I was over at my mom’s today, and was eating dinner with them. After her meal, she went outside and sat on the chair directly next to the front door. After about ten seconds, we hear a frantic, constant knocking. I get up to check on her, and she has her knees against her chest, curled in a ball on the chair.
"What’s wrong?" I asked, concerned. She had paled a bit.
"There’s a s-snake!!"
I look down, and there’s a foot long garden snake, dead, four feet from the chair.
My mother is terrified of snakes. She freezes up into a little ball and can’t think rationally.
So what did my stepfather do when he found a dead snake? He put it on their front porch, so when she went out to smoke a cigarette, she’d see it. I pick it up after nudging it with my foot and grinned.
"It’s dead," I said, stepping closer to her.
"Get it away!!" She shrieked, swatting at the air in my direction, but away from the snake, as if it would suddenly come back to life and devour her whole. I laugh.
"What should I do?"
"Throw it in the ditch!!"
"The cats probably killed it," I said, walking to the ditch and tossing it in there. We go back inside and Lon confesses to putting it there. She slaps his arm and I forget about it.
Until I go to leave.
I see the snake in the ditch and, grinning evilly, pick it up and put it on the door handle of her car. I’m giggling maliciously to myself and start the car, then hear a shriek.
"KAYLA!! ELIZABETH!! GET THAT THING OFF OF MY CAR!!"
I briefly thought about peeling out of the driveway, but she looked MAD. Still laughing, I pick up the snake, my mother shrieking at me and yelling how evil I was, much I the alarm of her neighbor who was outside at the time. I held up the snake.
"She’s scared of snakes," I explained before tossing it back into the ditch.
I’m now grounded.