Woman Tries To Remove “Snake” From Sink. Vet Arrives, Looks Once, And Says, "That's Not A Snake!"

Martha was rinsing dishes one evening when she saw what she believed to be a small snake slithering around her kitchen sink. Panicked, she trapped it under a glass and called the local wildlife rescue. The vet arrived, expecting a routine snake retrieval. However, upon closer inspection, his face blanched.

He stared at Martha, his voice trembling. "That's not a snake; it’s far worse."

Martha looked at veterinarian George, whose face looked pale. “What do you mean it’s not a snake?” she asked, her voice filled with fear. Her hand trembled as she pressed the glass down, feeling the “snake” moving around inside it. George searched for the right words, not wanting to scare Martha even more. Suddenly, he grabbed his phone and began to walk away. “Keep your hand on the glass. I have to call someone!”

He walked out of the front door, leaving Martha alone, struggling against the “snake’s” strength. It really wanted to get out from under the glass, and Martha had to do her very best not to let that happen. With the size of this thing, she was sure one bite would be enough to kill her. Her heart raced as she waited… and waited… and waited…

Just as her hand began to cramp, George returned. “What took you so long?!” she blurted out. Her arm was losing strength rapidly, and she needed George to switch places with her. “Here, you hold it down now,” she ordered, but George hesitated…

But what animal was actually in Martha’s drain? Why was Vet George acting so strange? And why didn’t he want to help her?

In the days before Martha discovered the animal in her drain, she had noticed strange sounds echoing through her house at night. At first, she had just assumed it was her house settling or something like that, but each night, it was somewhere else inside her house, and after a week, she began to hear those sounds during the day as well. 

She thought she was going mad: she even called a ghost whisperer who came to her house and told her various ghost stories. Luckily, her sister gave her a big reality check when she came to visit. “It’s probably just termites, you weirdo,” she said boldly, but it did make Martha rethink everything. She wasn’t scared anymore; instead, she was a bit disgusted.

She called an exterminator the same day, but when they came by, they told her she didn’t have a single termite in her walls or ceilings. She was back to square one, but she was exhausted and annoyed at this point. While washing her dishes, she got lost in thought, thinking about moving away, when she suddenly felt something move past her hand.

Martha drained the sink immediately. When it was almost empty, she saw the end of what she thought to be a snake’s tail disappear into her drain. Martha screamed and dropped her plate, which shattered on the ground, as she jumped backward. Chills ran over her body as she realized a snake had slithered past her hand. Then, it suddenly reappeared.

Without thinking, Martha grabbed a glass and placed it over her drain, not wanting the snake to slither into her house. With her other hand, she reached for her phone and called animal control. Her heart raced as she realized she was stuck in her kitchen until someone arrived to catch the slithery animal. She felt it move inside the glass but was way too scared to look.

After what felt like ages, someone rang her doorbell. “Come in through the backdoor!” she yelled as loud as she could, hoping the person at the door would hear her. She didn’t want to leave her spot as she didn’t want to risk the glass falling over. She heard the person at the door move around her house, and finally, a man stepped into her kitchen. 

The man introduced himself as George, a vet. Martha explained what she had seen and told George the animal was still underneath the glass. Intrigued, George stepped closer, and Martha lifted the glass slightly. After peeking underneath the glass, he shot upright and gasped. “That’s not a snake!” George yelled, his eyes wide in shock. Martha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “What do you mean it’s not a snake?!”

Martha's frustration grew as George hesitated, unsure if he should intervene. "Why are you just standing there?" she snapped. George bit his lip, eyes darting between Martha and the glass. "I... I don't know if it's safe," he stammered. Martha's grip on the glass tightened. "I can't hold it forever!" she shouted. George took a small step forward but then froze again. Martha felt a surge of anger and desperation. "Do something, George!" she demanded, her voice shaking.