(First off, to answer the question in the title, I don’t think anyone EVER really needs reality TV, but especially not when you live on a homestead. ;))
Each week, I generally try to post clever DIY tips, tasty recipes, or tips for farm life. But today, I’m deviating ever-so-slightly from my usual content.
I’ve had several requests to write up a “day in my life” style of post. and although this past Saturday was far from a regular day, I think you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.
Saturday started out as a fairly typical day here on the homestead. Hubby was loading up and preparing to go to a tractor pull with the antique tractor he just got running again. (It’s an International Super WD-9, in case there are any tractor buffs reading this…)
(And yes, I had to go ask him that just now…)
Anyway, the morning progressed fairly smoothly. Well, I guess our one escape-artist heifer did get out and run down the road, but that’s hardly remarkable since it has been happening somewhat frequently right now.
The Prairie Kids and I loaded up and headed into town to meet with a friend to chat about essential oils and grab a few groceries (and of course, I had to hit the thrift store while I was there…)
While in town, I heard that our area was under a tornado watch, which is pretty normal for this time of year. We arrived home just in time for nap time, so I put the kiddos to bed and decided it would be the perfect time to take my camera equipment out to the barn and shoot a video for an upcoming post with my milk cow.
The skies were dark and ominous looking, but the storms were a ways off, so I wasn’t immediately concerned. That’s one thing I love about Wyoming- you can see the sky for miles and miles.
After 2356 video takes and getting whacked in the face approximately 27 times while trying to demonstrate my milking routine for the video, I decided to call it quits and head back inside.
Upon entering my house, I could hear discussion happening on the fire radio (hubby is a member of the volunteer fire department, so the radio is always on.) A somewhat ominous cloud with rotation had been spotted somewhere in our area, but I kept missing the exact location.
I ran outside to look. Nope, no swirling clouds that I could see, so I headed back inside.
My phone rang- it was hubby. Apparently, there WAS a different tornado on the ground near the town where the tractor pull was being held (about 30 miles away from us). The tornado sirens were going off, and he and his buddies left the event to take cover from the massive hail.
I was still listening to the fire radio, but couldn’t figure out where the funnel cloud was in our area. Miraculously, the kids were still asleep, so I decided it would be the perfect time to make a batch of homemade chapstick. Rational thinking, right?
(Hey, I had been out of chapstick for several days… It’s dry here in ol’ Wyoming. My lips were desperate.)
I raced down the stairs into the basement to grab my chapstick supplies. With my hands full of cocoa butter, coconut oil, and beeswax pellets, I sprinted up the stairs. My eyes caught a glimpse of a yellow and brown striped object smooshed up against the side of the stairwell.
I reached the top of the stairs. The wheels in my brain started to turn slowly…
Yellow and brown stripes.
Usually the dust bunnies on the stairs aren’t that color.
Yellow and brown… Those are snake colors.
THERE WAS A SNAKE IN MY HOUSE!
I peered back down the stairs to figure out exactly what kind of reptile I had almost stepped on. Slender head, smooth tail.
It was a bull snake– not one of the poisonous rattlers that are common in our area. Whew! Bull snakes are better than rattlers. At least I had that going for me… right?
Obviously, I had to catch it, and fast. I sure didn’t want him slithering back down the stairs and hiding in the basement for future discovery. I dumped my chapstick stuff on the table, but then the radio started squawking again…
“Storm chasers everywhere….. rotation… getting nasty!”
That was all I could catch before the static took over. Where the heck was that cloud?
Snake. There was still a snake in my house. I raced outside to grab a bucket and a net and tried to make it back inside as fast as possible so I wouldn’t miss any vital information on the radio.
I put on my tall mud boots (aka- my “snake catching boots”- This wasn’t a time for flip-flops…) and leather fencing gloves… Just in case.
Thankfully, Mr. Snake allowed himself to be apprehended without incident. (And thankfully, it was just a little guy… Not a full-grown adult.)
I stuck the bucket outside in the shop and put a net over the top. I wanted to show him to Prairie Girl when she woke up. Snake bites are a very real concern on our homestead, and we talk to her regularly about snakes and what she should do if she ever sees one. Even though bull snakes aren’t poisonous, they look very similar to rattlers. So, I wanted her to see one up close so she knows what they look like.
Now I could finally focus on my chapstick and the fire radio. I was finally able to catch the full story on the radio, and the cloud was about 15 miles away from us. It dissipated shortly after and never formed a full tornado. Whew.
The power went out for a little while, but just as I was starting to think about eating a cold supper, it came back on– which was fine by me– I had more than enough adventure for one day.
So, the moral of the story is….
Well, I guess there really isn’t a moral today. I just wanted to bring you along for the ride on one of the crazy days of my life. Some days would make for some pretty good reality TV. 😉
And yes, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I secretly thrive on the adventure that comes with living where we do. It sure beats getting your dose of excitement from a movie theater, don’t ya think?
I still wouldn’t trade my crazy life with anybody, snakes, tornadoes, and all.
P.S. Just so you know, I’m not making light of the serious nature of tornadoes. Our storms are nowhere near as devastating or severe as the ones that hit states like Oklahoma or Kansas. If I had thought we were in immediate danger, we would have been in the basement. (With the snake.)
P.S.S. We still aren’t sure how the snake got inside… But since we live in an old farmhouse, the basement has a lot of nooks and crannies. We are 99% positive he slithered in through there. I have a feeling there is probably more, so I’m watching carefully every time I go downstairs to grab a jar of applesauce or beans.
P.S.S.S I’m sure some of you are wondering what happened to the snake in question. Well, that’s another story in itself… When I took Prairie Girl out to the shop to show her the bucket later that day, it was empty. Yes, he was loose in the shop. (Hubby was oh-so thrilled…) But just when I started seeing visions of having a resident shop-snake that hung from the rafters, we were able to capture him again on Sunday. We turned him loose in the pasture, farrrrrr away from the house.