Hint: It Wasn't A Toilet Snake

So, about 30 minutes ago, I was sitting on the toilet and heard my wife finally arrive home from work.

"Joe!" she yelled from downstairs. "Where are you?!?"

"Toilet," I yelled.

I heard her march up the stairs. "Hey," she said from the other side of the door, "Look down."

I saw the head of a snake poke through the gap at the bottom of the door.

"What the fuck?!?" I yelped.

"Do you know what kind of snake this is?" she asked.

"It looks like a fucking copperhead!" I answered. "What the HELL!" Thank God I was in the bathroom... At least I was in the right room to shit myself.

I cleaned up and flushed and bolted out the door. There was my wife, holding a copperhead by the tail (out and away from her, a la Steve Irwin) in the hallway. "Where'd you get that?"

"Nikita (our cat) was beating on it... I tried to save it..."

I wasn't exactly sure that it was a copperhead, so I figured I'd ask the internets. I sent this picture out to my various social networks:

And sure enough, my facebook friends and twitter peeps all sent me various resources that confirmed that it was indeed a copperhead.

We took it out and took care of the poor thing, making sure it would never again suffer the fate of one of the most dangerous-to-small-creatures cats I've ever met - Nikita, the Copperhead Slayer. And my wife confirmed, yet again, that her heart is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too big for her own safety.

Definitely not the way I was expecting my evening to go.