Since September rolled around, I’ve been taking my kids to all these awesome nature centers and farms in the area. It’s the perfect outdoor outing except for the scary ass snakes.
For instance, we went to the Stamford Nature Center in Connecticut and we are strolling down a path when all of a sudden my girls say, “Hey, there’s a snake!” And they say it as if it’s a reason for celebration like, “Hey, there’s an ice cream truck!”
But it’s not a chocolate eclair, it’s a SNAKE. And it’s not in a cage (which would be a little more civilized and palatable). It’s just wiggling around in nature. Like it lives there.
Of course I want to scream out to them, “DON’T TOUCH THE SNAKE. RUN. RUN. OH MY GOD. RUN FOR YOUR LIVES. HE’S GOING TO KILL YOU.”
But it’s a garter snake and I don’t believe a mother should pass on her phobias to her children so I say, “Oh, a snake! Yes, take a look. I don’t personally care for snakes, sort of the way Summer doesn’t care for tomatoes so I’m going to keep walking down the path.”
And then I started pushing the twins so fast in their stroller to get by the “snake sighting spot” that I think the duo glider momentarily took flight.
I barely recovered from that incident, when we went to the Greenburgh Nature Center in Westchester to see a butterfly exhibit. But right upstairs from those beautiful precious butterflies is a room where you can pet all kinds of animals. And Summer and Dylan were tripping over themselves to get as close as possible to one gigantic snake. I can’t post a picture because then I’d never be able to pull up my own blog again.
And I just love when people say, “But they aren’t slimy. Their skin feels quite dry!” as if that is finally going to make me cuddle up to one.
My mother, who came to the nature center with us, watched as the girls pet anything and everything offered up to them from snakes to a bearded dragon to a gecko and she was in shock because these are the same girls who are TERRIFIED of her 10 lb sweet as peaches dog Lilly.
If only Lilly looked more like a reptile.
mama bird notes:
A big thank you to Babble for including me in their list of Top 50 Twitter Moms. I’m very flattered.
Of course, I now have Twitter writer’s block.