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Erika Sanely and the Laundry of Doom
With the sort of courage rarely seen outside Indiana Jones movies I have retreived my underwear!!!

Using only my wit and a large yellow torch I stealthily tipped and toed towards the laundry room. I hugged the wall like a piece of limp pasta, scanning the surrounding area with the light coming from the torch. Seeing nothing, I jumped - HAH! - out into the open and leapt up the small stair like a pregnant gazelle.

Still no snake. But I wouldn't be lulled into a false sense of security, so I shuffled my feet a lot and stamped them up and down, hoping the vibrations through the cement would put the fear of doG into the no-legged beast.

I flung the screen door open (which hit the wall and flung itself back into my face.) and stumbled through the doorway. I pressed hard on the light switch. The blub slowly heated up, and bought light to the room. Still no snake.

By now my heart was so far up in my mouth I could almost taste blood. I ripped the door from the dryer, leaving a fingernail behind and grabbed a handful of underpants. I was so close to my goal: would I turn around to find the monster in the threshold, forcing me to stay there until my friends paid a hefty ransom in Granny Smith apples?

Once I had all my unmentionables (which I've mentioned already, but there's something exotic about calling them "unmentionable") in my laundry basket I took a deep breath, released it and turned around. Getting in was easy - but now it was time to get out of Dodge.

Getting out was a lot simpler than I thought it would be. I ran like an man with a stomache full of spicy curry and the nearest toilet 10 miles away.

So. I have survived.

Snake 1 - Erika 1. I'm announcing a moral victory on behalf of me.

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LOL! Congrats, oh brave unmentionable gatherer!!

:bows: Thank you, thank you.

The amount of pride I feel about having my underwear back is obscene.

I feel I could take on anything. Even a frog.

I'm still not coping though with my brother talking to me sans underwear. That is going to leave a scar.

Congratulations! I admire you, I would have chosen to go commando. ;-)


I did seriously think about just leaving the underwear the until the end of time, but after I had had that cat use my suitcase (and thus my underwear) as a litter box I had bought a whole new underwear-wardrobe. All my stuff was too new to just throw away.

And that's the only reason I braved a journey to the laundry room again.

Congratulations! *g* You're way, WAY braver than I would have been.

Thank you! The things you have to do when you surrounded by the bush.

I hope I never have to do it again :g:

Great news on getting your underwear back and facing the snake. I'm often glad I live somewhere that I only have to deal spiders.

It's so easy to forget the dangers around this country. Every year you forget about the snakes until someone you know actually sees one. And it's early in the season for 'em too (we don't normally see them until November), which only made it scarier.

But I have my underwear back, and that's the main thing! :g:

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