Today I was left speechless, which if you know me, you know is rare. Speechless right before I let out a blood curdling scream that made all the pigeons in Central Park take flight simultaneously.
I had gone on a quick errand, leaving a few of the kids behind, and when I arrived back home, there was much excitement over something that had happened only moments before.
It seems that one of them saw, out of the corner of her eye, something wriggling on the kitchen floor. Then she saw Lucy, the cat, pounce on it and start to eat it.
That's when she realized it was a snake.
Wait. Do you mean...? How did it...? Where...?
I just. I can't even.
Cue pigeons taking flight.