“I’M BEING EATEN BY A BOA CONSTRICTOR….I’M BEING EATEN BY A BOA CONSTRICTOR…I’M BEING EATEN BY A BOA CONSTRICTOR…AND I DON’T LIKE IT VERY MUCH!!!….”
“Marriage is like putting your hand into a bag full of snakes in the hope of pulling out an eel”–Leanardo da Vinci
“I am working on a new book about a boa constrictor and a litter of hyenas. The boa constrictor swallows the babies one by one, and the mother hyena dies laughing.”–E. B. White
Ophidiophobia. It’s a fear of snakes, from which many people suffer. My wife is most certainly not one of them. OK, she’s a veterinarian so it ought not to be a big deal to her. But let’s just say her non-fear, even love of snakes, is something I learned about very early in our relationship. Like, within the first fifteen minutes.
It all began one night in June, 39 agonizing years ago. It was a get-together I organized with a few friends on the occasion of a visit by my sister from the west…
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