Studly Doright had an interesting escapade a few days ago. I’d left for water aerobics at 6:30 a.m., while Studly waited for a co-worker to stop by Doright Manor to pick him up for a business trip to somewhere in western Florida.
While he waited, he opened up his motorcycle workshop to fiddle with his Suzuki for a few minutes. He left the door up since he didn’t plan to be inside the shop for very long.
As he checked to see if his bike’s new tubeless tires were holding air, Studly noticed a small group of worms headed his way.
“How odd.” He thought. “Maybe they’re attracted to the light.”
Stepping outside, he realized these worms weren’t behaving in a very wormlike manner. They raised their little heads in a suspiciously snakey way.
Now, my husband only fears a few things: crazy chickens, stampeding dairy cows, and snakes of any variety. These erstwhile worms were snakes, albeit, extremely skinny ones.
He freaked out and stomped each one in turn, then looked up to find more snakes headed his way. After all was said and done, Studly Doright had wiped out fourteen snakes. Maybe an entire generation!
I was appalled. “Why didn’t you just turn out the light? They were clearly attracted to it?”
“If I’d turned out the light, I wouldn’t have been able to see the snakes.”
I shuddered. Good point.
Peace, and sweet dreams, people!