“That thing is not going in my closet.” It was the last thing I ever heard her say.
We’d been talking about moving in together for months. She knew about my collection. Sure, she’d never seen it… she hadn’t wanted to. I tried to explain to her how big it was and how freakin’ awe-inspiring it was. I guess she didn’t believe me. In retrospect, I do remember her just nodding and smiling as though she was humouring me.
I think it was the boa that took offense to her screaming first. Or maybe it was the cobra. Oh well.
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Linda G. Hill 
That sounds sinister and yet humourous. It left me wondering if there’s a body…
“That’s serendip! Just 100 — or did the Burmese (as opposed to species Monty) Python eat words 101 to 105?”, she laughed.
“Great story. I think I’ll check others’ closets with one of those snake wrangling wands from now on.”
What was the that?
A snake collection. 🙂
Urrgh! I can’t stand snakes.
I love ’em. 🙂 As long as they’re not biting me… 😛
You are brave.