An oldy, but a goody. Un-smiley face graphic by Kaz Vorpal.
As I was readying to leave for work one day fifteen years ago, my daughter Erin, then fifteen years old and the last of our children to leave for school in the morning, breathlessly announced, “There’s a snake in my pants!”
Now, in some homes, a statement like that might be alarming. However, in our house, it was pretty typical.
Firstly, my kids tended to keep their clothes on the floor. Secondly, although we live in Arizona, we are surrounded on all sides by the greater Phoenix metropolitan area—unlikely a wild reptile wriggled in from the desert. It would probably be one of our resident serpents.
You see, my husband, Greg, an elementary school teacher, collected critters.
So my very logical response to Erin was “Who is it?”
“One of the black and white ones.”
Boy, was I ticked. I had recently flown to New Jersey to…
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