I was out in the garden the other day, and I stumbled upon a gigantic garden snake. This thing must have measured every bit of three or four inches long. I’m not a snake person, so my initial reaction was to scream at a pitch that was so high that dogs started barking…followed by an impressive feat in which I leaped vertically eight feet into the air.
About that time, my wife came barreling out of the house and asked, “What’s the matter? I heard a woman screaming out here.” I told her I saw a snake. She cocked an eyebrow, as only wives can do, and said a bit too sarcastically, “And you screamed like a little girl?” Not to be emasculated by some stupid snake, I puffed up my chest, looked her squarely in the eyes, and said, “Yes, because I saw on the Discovery Channel that snakes can’t stand high-pitched noises.”
I’m just guessing here, but I’m thinking by the way she was laughing and shaking her head as she walked back into the house that she didn’t really believe me.
