<div style="text-align: left;">I have critter-induced post-traumatic stress disorder. I've had nightmares, out-of-body experiences, jumpiness, you name it. All because of a three-foot bull snake Papa Ball spotted crawling from our attic last weekend.</div><div><br /></div><div>We live in the middle of town. There's no reason any three-foot critter should exist here. My former country-ish life has returned to haunt me, bringing with it its gross, slimy, scaly critter trappings. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, this is how I've been feeling. Imagine my reaction when, earlier this morning, I walked in on this:</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SjEps7FxL1I/AAAAAAAABTM/N2QzGwqQDdo/s400/DSC05578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346100084418359122" /><div style="text-align: left;">Do you see it?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SjEpiKpLGwI/AAAAAAAABTE/Tt2G6geZcXY/s400/DSC05577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346099899614829314" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I had to lure my child away from the "fugie" using Mini Chips Ahoy (lifesavers, people, <i>livesavers</i>) and trick the little critter into jumping onto the closest thing I could find so I could promptly fling him out the front door, all the while screaming much more like the little frog was in my pants rather than on my favorite laundry basket. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have snakes and frogs in my house. My son wants to put them all in his mouth. And, yes, I play favorites with my laundry baskets. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Please send help.</div><div><br /></div>