niceLK

Most think of snakes as cold, alien creatures. At first, I suppose that's how they seem, but like any creature, they have quirks and personalities that one can find when they bother to look. One such creature slithered into mine and my father’s life for a few years. I was sitting outside, resting on concrete and soaking up leftover warmth from the summer day when Dad came walking up our driveway, red-faced and muttering under his breath. “What happened to you?” He muttered a response that I was sure I hadn’t heard correctly. “Learning… to levitate… by holding a light switch?” I pushed myself up from the ground and went to follow him inside. I had to hear this story. “That’s what I said.” “Wha- why?” I was trying not to laugh, almost certain I knew the answer. He hated snakes, they were the only thing I knew of that could startle him that badly. One had begun frequenting the area around the shed that housed his tools and various bits of old junk he kept to repair whatever needed