“If I see even one snake this weekend, I will sue you,” shouted my friend only half kidding as she nervously scanned our front lawn. “I am absolutely TERRIFIED of snakes.”
“Even harmless ones, like for example pretty little ribbon snakes with yellow stripes down their back?”
“Even them.” Pause. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason. Don’t worry, I have not seen one snake that will bother you while you’re here,” I said, stalling just long enough to let my little friend slip noiselessly into the crack between the cement steps and the railroad ties.