First, I must show you this. It is not for the faint of heart amongst you, FYI.
Evidently, the boys, while out and about at the cabin in Childress with their grandparents, killed a snake. That one there in the picture. I did a full body oogie when I saw the picture.
Now, I'm of the opinion that the only good snake is a dead snake (hollah), so it's not the lack of mercy concerning the snake murder that gets me, it was that they didn't go get an adult.
They went and got a shovel and took matters into their own pre-pubescent hands.
I really have to go zen a lot, being the mother of these boys. I hum, "God take care of them, God take care of them,' a LOT. A lot, a lot a lot.
And THEN, I found the rattle, which the little darlings had lovingly removed from said serpent ON THE BAR IN MY HOUSE.
IN. MY. HOUSE.
.....Aaaaaaand here was the second full body oogie.
So I'm torn. I'm glad the boys are brave and handle things, but I wish they had a little fear. Just a little. Less than a little. A skosh.
But alas, this is not to be. Because when my mother saw the picture and asked Aaron, "Why didn't you run away?" He replied, "Oh, Granny, running away is never the answer."
When it comes to snakes, it's always better to run away. Though it appears now that I can, having my own two in-house exterminators. Good times. Goooood times.