Suburbs Gone Wild

It was Friday evening. It was dusk. I was sitting in my basement, by myself, in the dark, watching TV. I expected that this evening would include a little TV watching, and maybe a few games if I could persuade my family to play with me. Little did I know excitement was happening at that very moment.

I sat in front of the tube, halfheartedly watching, and growing more and more bored. Finally, I could tolerate it no longer. I turned off the TV and walked upstairs. I looked around. I didn’t see any of my family in the house. Where were they? I walked toward the kitchen, and as I did, I looked out the back door into the backyard. There I saw something that astonished me.

My sister Anna and her friend were sitting in chairs in the middle of the patio, watching something. I walked closer to the door, and further in the yard, I saw figures of people, one with a tool the size of a shovel, walking around the garden. I quickly recognized two friends from church and my younger sister and my mom.

My thoughts raced. What were they doing here? Why was everyone around the garden? The garden had become a pile of weeds, extremely overgrown. In fact, if I shrunk to be the size of a small toy, I could get lost in it and never find my way out!! This was not a spot of communal enjoyment. No, there had to be a reason. A bad reason, why they were surrounding it. I, being the bright detective that I am, figured the easiest way to uncover the truth behind the clues I was quickly gathering would be to…

ask Anna.

She filled me in on the story. Apparenly, about a half hour before I had even realized it, while I was wasting my life away, this happened. Anna was sitting in the living room. My sister Sarah came rushing into the kitchen (which is next to the living room) to talk to my mom and was making quite a commotion. When the commotion grew louder and more commotionous, Anna walked to the kitchen to discover the reason…

Sarah had found a SNAKE in the garden. Yes, that’s right. A snake.

Now to keep this from being anticlimactic, you must understand that I live in the suburbs. The most we ever see is an unusually large spider (shudder) or a deer from the neighboring woods. A snake was found a couple years ago in my window well, a big black snake, which had come, we assume, because of the flooding we had had nearby. However, we are not so close to a city to not experience these things. Cornfields lie relatively close to our neighborhood. So we should expect such a commonality as a snake to come at some points in time, especially in a very overgrown and sometimes living garden.

My dad was at work at the time, so Sarah and my mom tried to decide if they could call someone to come help them get the snake out-who had a nice hole he (or she) was living in under a pile of weeds in the garden. So they called two boys (friends of ours who live on a farm only a few minutes away) to come to see what they could do with it. They brought a strange tool of some sort, and now I, having pulled up a chair next to Anna and her friend, watched the rest of the fun. (I mean, danger.)

In a relatively short amount of time, the older boy had succeeded in putting the snake into a bucket. This finally allowed me to view the creature that was causing so much havock to my normally ordinary Friday night.

There it is. The small thing that made my weekend. My friends decided to take it home with them and let it go in their large farmland.

The End.

~ by Kayla on May 26, 2008.