Once again, a snake found it's way into the basement.
And I don't care that it was a baby.
It was in MY HOUSE.
WHERE I DO LAUNDRY!
On Laundry strike!
And I have good reasoning.
If I start doing laundry, and accidentally pick up a snake, no matter how small, I will pretty much have a coronary right there, and my children will be without a mother.
Now, who wants that?
I'm going shopping instead!
See?! I'm excellent at problem solving