So this morning my husband comes over to my side of the bed to kiss me goodbye before he leaves for work. Im laying there starting to doze back off and i hear my mother in law screaming bloody murder and crying hysterically. I look out my window and i see mine and my husbands dog just laying there not moving so im instantly like omg hes really sick or dead but he was just asleep. So i run to the bathroom to throw my bra and shorts on and i come into the living room and im like what in the world is going on. Well apparently as my husband was going to get his stuff ready for work he sees what he thinks is a toy snake in the middle of the floor. It starts moving and he realizes it isn't pretend that its a real one. All we had in the house was a baseball bat so that wouldn't work so then the snake goes under our chair and my husband runs out to the shed to get a hoe and comes back in and its curled up under the chair and he chops its head off. Now needless to say i can't go back to sleep and i keep thinking there is more in the house. I know black snakes are harmless but any snake in my house is a dead snake i don't care!