I walked barefoot to take the trash out last night. The bag bumped up against the plastic garbage barrel and, before I could react, a snake whipped out from beneath the barrel, right across both bare feet, and off into the dark.
Now I realize how most people would react to this. I know how a lot of people would respond to reading this. And it’s not because I’m brave or anything that I responded the way I did.
The thing is…
I didn’t realize it was a snake until it had passed and I saw it slithering off, out of the porch light and into the night.
I didn’t even have time to do the little dance*, it was so fast.
It Happened! It was Over! It was Gone!
Which left me standing there, holding my bag of garbage, realizing only the history of what just happened, so that all that was left for me to do was say,
*Come on, you know that “little dance” we do when we get surprised by a spider or snake or a bee in the ear. We all have our own little dance: it’s what makes us unique.