Warning: Adult Language Ahead
My husband is a rat bastard. I get to say this for two reasons:
1) What he did deserves it.
2) I gave him fair warning that I was going public with this. He laughed.
Now on to the story……
Yesterday evening, Brandon was doing something in the kitchen and asked me to put his wallet in his lunchbox. So, being the wonderful, kind wife I am, I obliged.
This is what greeted me.
I am most definitely NOT a fan of snakes – they scare the living bejesus out of me. Hubby seems to think it’s pretty funny to stick the occasional snake in his lunchbox and then ask unsuspecting me to get into the lunchbox for some reason or another. This is now the second time he’s pulled this little stunt. I told you he deserved the “rat bastard” name.
I did get a little chuckle out of the ordeal though…. Brandon had just finished saying how this was one of the most gentle bull snakes he’d caught in a while (he catches them on a regular basis and brings them home to help with the field mice population that surrounds our house), and the snake started to vibrate his tail to imitate a rattle snake and started hissing. Then it happened, the “gentle” snake striked at Brandon several times. It didn’t hurt B, but I did have to point out that Karma was getting him back.
As retaliation, B’s off hunting next week, so I will be doing some major redecorating. Be afraid hubby, be very afraid.