I found the tiniest, most adorable kitten.
She was so playful.
Then I found the tiniest and completely UNadorable snake. It was so small, it took me a minute to realize I was staring at a snake. (Shudder.) I can no longer say I've never seen a snake in real life. Okay, so it wasn't as scary as it could have been (or as I thought it would be). But I still hate them. I'm still not going to mess with them.
And yet at the same time, I was quite proud of myself for not completely freaking out when I saw it. That's why I had to get my camera. A little boy walked past and asked, "Why are you taking a picture of the snake my dad found?" (I wanted proof, that's why!) He eyed me curiously and continued, "…It's not real, anyway. I mean, it's dead."
Oh. I wondered why it hadn't moved even a centimeter when I went back home to grab my camera.
Uh…does it still count???
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