I stared, too stunned to even scream. The movement was slow and sinuous, almost graceful, as if something alive was gliding beneath the surface of the water. Then, the light caught a shimmer — dark, wet scales.
That’s when it hit me. There was a snake in my toilet.
My heart seemed to stop. I slammed the lid down and stumbled backward, afraid it might slither out. Without thinking, I grabbed my children, shouted for them to get outside, and we ran straight into the yard.
My hands were shaking, my breath coming in short bursts. I kept asking myself the same question over and over: How could a snake possibly end up in our bathroom?
The Unexpected Visitor
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