Oh, wait. That seems to be what I write about almost as much as renovating now.
I was walking through the lounge room yesterday when I noticed something moving on the top of the TV cabinet. I don't need to tell you what it was, I'm sure.
So began a battle between trying not to lose sight of the snake, lest it disappear somewhere further into the house, trying to convince Lucinda to stay put, trying to find a patch of reception to load up the number of a snake catcher and trying to use the home phone to call one.
In the end, my neighbour appeared in the driveway with a squeal of rubber and came up stairs to catch it.
It was a tree snake (non-venomous) and it wasn't a huge surprise. We've got a large tree overhanging our verandah and we'd already discussed how easy it would be for them to drop down onto the roof from that.
But it gave me one hell of a fright.
I'm not going to lie, I'm feeling a bit over it all today. I am craving the comforts of our old house in the 'burbs and its lack of snakes. I do not want to raise my daughter like this, with snakes dropping into our lounge room to say hello. We will cut the tree back, but there's a hundred other more pressing jobs to do first.
I knew there'd be hard patches in this journey and this is definitely one of them. I'm snaked out and we've only been here three months.
But, onward and upward. We just have to keep going forward. That is, after all, life.