Thank God I didn’t resist the instinct to go to my son’s room when I heard him scream in his sleep. Deji my 6 years old son is in the habit of screaming in his sleep, after which he’ll go back to sleep, but this particular day, when I heard him scream “mommy! Mommy!” I don’t know if it was the fear in his voice but whatever it was, something pushed me to go into his room and check on him which I rarely do on such cases.
Getting to his room, I saw him sitting still and whimpering while covering his mouth so the sound will not escape. I didn’t understand this strange behaviour, he kept pointing at something at the foot of the bed, while still
at the entrance to his door, I switched on the light and saw, coiled on the bed, a green snake, it laid as if sleeping but I know that one wrong move and it will strike.
What should I do? If I try to kill the snake and fail, my son would be in grave danger, if I leave him to get help the snake might strike before I come back and hubby wasn’t at home. I was in a dilemma but while I was paralysed with fear, the instinct to protect my child had the upper hand so I put two and two together, there’s no less dangerous way to do this.
I noticed that Deji has already inched closer to the edge of the bed so I signaled him to come down, he did and tiptoed (if he had ran the snake would have sensed danger) towards the door, the snake was now alert, Deji safely tiptoed to the door, thank God! I locked the door and went to get someone to kill the evil snake that has turned himself to my son’s bedmate.
I found a group of boys who were excited and found the idea of killing a snake funny, but by the time we got back, alas, the snake was nowhere to be found. The boys combed everywhere in the room but the search yielded nothing, I locked the room and got someone to fumigate the whole house, that very day. After the fumigation, we found the snake dead.
If I had discarded my son’s scream as, “na so he dey do” I wonder what would have happened to him, and worse still, his nightmare has worsened since that occurrence, needless to say, he doesn’t ever want to sleep in that room anymore.
I’d advice that we all endeavour to fumigate our house, once in a while, only God knows the kind of things crawling around the whole place. And always follow your motherly instinct.
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