I’m sure at 5 a.m., the newspaper carrier didn’t take time to inspect it. I enlarged the photo and, sure enough, it was a fake snake. I was talking in the office about the big snake that was on the top of the newspaper box. Not like the April Fool’s Day when he wrapped plastic wrap over the toilet seat and had the snake suspended there. Our older son came to use our computer, and I found the snake under a kitchen towel that day. We brought the snake back in and forgot about it. I’m pretty sure my prankster neighbor committed about 140 federal violations. The next day, my husband found the snake under the mail INSIDE our mailbox. I also worried that I would give the mail carrier a heart attack, but I figured the neighbor would discover it before she did. I’m pretty sure I broke 14 federal regulations by doing that. So, on the way to work early one morning, I left the little guy on top of his brick mailbox. She said he drove by our house and was surprised to see the snake still there that first morning. When I saw the wife of the man I suspected of starting all this, I mentioned the snake, and she admitted he was the culprit. People recoiled as he walked around the park with it hanging on his neck. Our older son still has a huge snake that we bought him at Silver Dollar City when he was a kid. It never scared me because it isn’t a realistic-looking snake. One day, its head was peeking over the top of the computer screen. My husband put it in my underwear drawer. He jokingly vowed never to visit me again after I told him I saw a tiny snake in our front yard.įor the next few days, the little rubber snake showed up in different places in my house. He won’t look at them in the zoo he won’t hunt a golf ball in the woods. He has had a phobia of them for as long as I can remember. I immediately mentioned my brother, as I do anytime the subject of snakes comes up. “That could give you a heart attack,” she said. Just the day before, a woman in our distribution office showed me a huge snake that a newspaper carrier had seen on his route, lying on top of a newspaper tube. My second thought was to suspect one of my neighbors, who has a history of playing pranks on people. I glanced around and didn’t see her sprawled out in the yard anywhere. My first thought was my poor newspaper carrier. He opened the front door, and lying on the porch was a little snake - a fake snake. Later that morning, my husband asked me if I saw anything else when I got the paper. It was still dark, and I didn’t notice anything unusual. I think I need to apologize to my newspaper delivery woman, and maybe my mail carrier.Įarly one morning a few weeks ago, I got my newspaper off my front porch (right at the door, because, as I have said before, I have the best newspaper carrier in the world).
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