I spent the night cleaning yucky, yucky stuff. I scraped, I scrubbed, I cleaned the place and then I went to the beach and cleaned it. Then, I went upstairs and cleaned some more and managed to get a rattlesnake into a trash bag. Before I closed it up, though, I heard weird sounds and discovered a mesh bag such as oranges come in filled with a bunch of snakes about 12 inches long. I put them in the trash bag also and got my husband to carry it out. Only he didn’t! He said it would be fine to keep the bag inside and took it back upstairs. I ran after him, hysterical.
Yes, I was dreaming. And when I woke up, I wasn’t really upset about being terrified about snakes – I was upset that all the cleaning didn’t really happen.
Cleaning that actually took place would be lovely. Snakes… no