Snake Evacuation

One day in the summer my mother was in the kitchen preparing to cook fried chicken. The rest of the family was scattered about the house as usual doing their own things. Mom was looking for her electric skillet so she reached in the cabinet under the sink pulling out the skillet part but having difficulty locating the cord to the skillet. So she's in the middle of squatting down reaching further back into the cabinet to find this cord when she finally found the cord or what she thought was the cord she held up her hand and then noticed it was a black snake so she flung it and ran out the kitchen into the utility room making it safely to the back porch. She then realized that she had abandoned the family while doing this so she hollered for my dad to "GET THE GIRLS". She didn't need to yell he was already standing behind her he made his exit just as quickly because my dad is terrified of snakes. So then they do the you get the girls no you get the girls meanwhile my sister is standing in the kitchen like a deer frozen in headlights not moving a muscle. Dad runs in and grabs her (running like a triatholon runner preparing to do hurdles). Im still standing on top of the kitchen table while this black snake still continues to move about the kitchen. Dad notices that the snake is still moving and alittle too close for his comfort also. So Dad yells at me from the swinging doors of the utility room, he tells me to swing from the chandelier (yes trailers have chandeliers) and he would open the utility room door and catch me. Instead seeing dad's severe panic I just jumped and ran. The whole family ran around the trailer to my Papaw's house to get him to take care of the snake for he is used to dealing with such animals on a regular basis he was a fisherman and eeler for as long as I could remember. So Papaw saves the day he goes inside the trailer and grabs the snake takes it out back to the field and chops it in half with a hoe and from the porch I watched both pieces of the snake crawling off in different directions. It was so gross yet so cool. And I guess you could say I learned a few lessons from this incident 1) never trust any of my family members to quickly save me from a burning building and 2) Cooking always leads to disaster hence the reason I use the drive-thru or the microwave.