My wife and I have a lot of potted plants. During this recent cold spell, my wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.
It turned out that a little garden snake was hiding in one of the plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and my wife saw it go under the sofa.
She let out a very loud scream.
I ran out into the living room naked from the shower to see what the problem was.
She told me there was a snake under the sofa.
I got down on the floor on my hands and knees to look for it.
About that time our dog came in and cold-nosed me on the behind.
I thought the snake had bitten me, so I screamed and fell over on the floor.
My wife thought I had a heart attack, so she covered me up, told me to lie still and called an ambulance.
The first responders rushed in, would not listen to my protests and loaded me on a stretcher, and started carrying me out.
My wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake.
He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch.
Soon he decided it was gone and told my wife, who sat down on the sofa in relief.
But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wiggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa.
The man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to do CPR to revive her.
His wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband's mouth on my wife's mouth and slammed him in the back of the head with a can of peas, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.
The noise woke my wife from her faintness and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the snake had bitten him.
She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat.
By now, the police had arrived.
Breathe sir......
They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred.
They were about to arrest them all, when my wife tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden snake!
The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife.
Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it.
He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table. The table fell over, the lamp shattered, and as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.
Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire department.
A few months later, the house was repaired, and everything was back to normal.
We were watching TV one evening and the weatherman announced a cold front for that night. My wife asked me if I thought we should bring in the plants for the night.
And that's when I shot her, 'Your Honor'!