We have a new pet.

Two actually.

snakes.


ugh.

This is what I get for sending the children to rake out the beds in the garden. This is my punishment for encouraging them to see everything as a learning experience. This is what I get for that motto I mentioned earlier. Everything we do is school? Well, they actually are looking up the little slithery creatures and reading about them... soon they will be drawing them in their nature journal and then they can read a poem about the creepy things. I will find a poem for them and if I can't we can write our own...

snakes are gross,
snakes are gross,
slimy, dirty, slithery,
bleah.

H wanted to add "wonderful" to my poem, but really, no.

The creepy thing is that they are in the bathroom, in the frog aquarium. Incidentally, two tadpoles already died there, maybe the two snakes will too!

My children (and their dad!) like this song:

Sneaky Snake by Tom T. Hall
Boys and girls take warning, if you go near the lake
Keep your eyes wide open, and look for sneaky snake
Now maybe you won’t see him, maybe you won’t hear
But he’ll sneak up behind you, and drink all your root beer

And then sneaky snake goes dancin’, wigglin’ and a-hissin’
Sneaky snake goes dancin’, gigglin’ and a-kissin’
I don’t like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see
When he goes wigglin’ through the grass, it tickles his underneath

Well, sneaky snake drinks root beer, and he just makes me sick
When he is not dancin’, he looks just like a stick
Now, he doesn’t have any arms or legs, you cannot see his ears
And while we are not lookin’, he’s stealin’ all of our beer

And then sneaky snake goes dancin’, wigglin’ and a-hissin’
Sneaky snake goes dancin’, gigglin’ and a-kissin’
I don’t like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see
When he goes wigglin’ through the grass, it tickles his underneath