It had to happen sometime, a sort of close encounter with a snake, close enough to have me wanting to pack. LOL
It was on our way to taking Josh to nursersy school. There in the road is a longish black snake. I go around it but on second thoughts reverse as it is heading straight to our property. As I reverse and stop the slithering bugger decides he will raise and flatten his head. Here's me.....OMG, It's a cobra....(city girl reaction of course) and a (list of silent profanities follow). It heads into the veld and is now on the same stretch of land we're on. OMG, Omg, omg!!!! We get to school with the boys excited and one mom (me) rattled. After chatting to one mom, it turns out it's not a cobra. (Here's me silenty praying it's harmless) . But hope suddenly fades as she states it's definitely a Rinkhals - *Gasp* *Splutter* *you're kidding -- right*, more silent profanities take place in my head. Okay, so they are of the fatal kind!! I can do this. I can still believe in outdoor play and not P*A*N*I*C!! NO!! I panic!!
So one step forward and a zillion back. One slithery snake has me bolting the doors. Irrational or not - until I have a suitable POA (Plan of Action) that I am comfortable with. The boys will not be outside unless I am with them. One Garmin about to be programmed with every route to every available emergency room close to home and maybe some calls to Dr's rooms nearby to find out if they are prepared for snake bites.
I can do this.........................
Uhhm, no I can't. Just looked in my dictionary:
Rinkhals noun a large poisonous spitting cobra. (from Dutch)