Steve Erwin doesn't have anything on me!

"TANYA! IS THAT A SNAKE IN THE GARAGE?" I go and look. It was. Not just any snake, but a scary black one that is three miles long. It doesn't reside in a nice safe glass cage, but it is hanging out in our garage. The garage that I was just in two minutes previously in shorts with bare feet. It could have attacked me.

We call my dad, who is out shopping and my mom and I take shifts watching it. I grabed a mop planning on squashing it if it tries to come anywhere near me. Just before my dad arrives it moves into the rather large pile of stuff in our garage. We can't see where it went.

My dad looks all around and we almost give up, until finally he sees it behind some boards. I stand guard while my dad constructs a noose. He almost has it and then it slithers off. So we have another big search and then comes the action scene. The snake is on the move, I have my mop and dad the noose and we are trying to trap it in one spot. It latches onto some shelves, but dad manges to trap it. Then the snake begins to tie itself around the frame of the shelf. We use an old snowscraper to untie the knot of reptile.

Now its time to go over our options, to kill or not to kill. Its ugly and black with a faint diamond patter. I say KILL! but Dad decides to have mercy and release in the cornfield behind the house. Where does it decide to go? Right back toward our yard. Mom and I have the flashlights trying to follow it on its journey, like the star of a play. Sneaky snake however does not like being the star. He wants to be behind the scenes, so he crawls under a rock. We have lost him.