Christ in the tomb, descending into the Underworld to defeat Death, and the ultimate triumph will be on the 'morrow when He does rise.
And what do I find in the library this morning? Slithering out and down from the Venetian blinds over a closed window.
The same snake I evicted back on Tuesday. Laying atop a bookcase, tongue flicking out, and looking at me.
So once again I armored myself with gloves, grasped the snake just behind the head, opened the door, and cast him out of the house.
I am beginning to think I should shout, "I abjur thee from ever entering these premises again. Begone from my sight!" To prevent a repeat and causing the above exclamation, am prowling the house looking for possible ingress routes.