Snake

The first time I brought a snake home I was seven. More ignorant than now, and more innocent.

It wasn’t the warmest welcome. I gave the folks full points for maximum vocal decibel capacity.

It turned out to be a saw-scaled viper. Didn’t hurt me at all. I like to think the snake must have understood that in snake years, I was younger and meant no harm.

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