There was an unwelcome intruder at our son Matt's Calvert, Texas home this afternoon. The first indication of a problem was our Granddaughter, Ali, screaming SNAKE! SNAKE! SNAKE! at the top of her lungs.
Matt responded to find a Copperhead trying to get under the TV set. When chopping it in half with a machete failed to achieve the desired level of "dead" he shot it in the head with a 22.
Ali told us she had thought the cats were playing with a piece of rope that had been kicked under the coffee table - until the piece of rope started moving across the floor toward the TV set on its own. She didn't know what kind of snake it was and didn't care. She summoned help, really loud.
The heroic cats were trying to assist, until the snake started hissing and striking. At that point they decided Matt could handle it on his own, and joined Ali on top of the couch to watch the action.
In the end the beastie turned out to be an 18 inch (give or take) Southern Banded Copperhead. How did it get into the house? Your guess is as good as ours.