Sad to say, when I was a boy, I used to catch (harmless) snakes, wrap them around my neck, then knock on my own front door to scare my mom when she opened it.
I should consider myself fortunate she still loves me.
14 posted on 12/20/2012 6:22:01 AM PST by Flycatcher
(God speaks to us, through the supernal lightness of birds, in a special type of poetry.)