One morning my mother noticed a snake in a thingy by our fireplace. It was itsy bitsy. It was a
Ringneck Snake. I took the metal container thing (I'm not sure what it is...it might be for plants?) out into the sunlight because I thought the snake would like that, and it couldn't stay in our house.
But after a short amount of time of slithering up the sloped walls of the container, the snake started writhing until it fell completely still and dead-looking. This was distressing to me. I thought I had killed the snake, which wasn't my intention. I mean, I thought snakes liked the sun?
So I tipped over the container and dropped the snake on the ground. And wouldn't you just know it, in about thirty seconds I suddenly see its little tongue darting out of its little mouth. It tricked me into feeling bad, that snake. So then I picked it up.
Then I put it back down and it slithered under a leaf and I let it be.
I don't remember what I did when I got back to Philadelphia but I'm sure it was very productive and important. After that was completed I met up with L. at the Belgian. Then we went to McCrossens ("a rare blend of the casual and the sublime") for trivia and additional drinks. L. ordered the duck croquettes and I tried a little. We did not win the trivia, but I enjoyed myself.
But after a short amount of time of slithering up the sloped walls of the container, the snake started writhing until it fell completely still and dead-looking. This was distressing to me. I thought I had killed the snake, which wasn't my intention. I mean, I thought snakes liked the sun?
So I tipped over the container and dropped the snake on the ground. And wouldn't you just know it, in about thirty seconds I suddenly see its little tongue darting out of its little mouth. It tricked me into feeling bad, that snake. So then I picked it up.
Then I put it back down and it slithered under a leaf and I let it be.
