Dead Snake

Somewhere around 8 years ago Melissa and I found a dead garter snake in the road just in front of my house. As you may have imagined, it got dominated by a car.... in the head actually. Being in the single digits we couldn't just walk pass such a fascinating specimen. We squatted down in the middle of the road and stared at it, intrigued. We surmised that during its life it probably didn't have a name so before the burial we named it "Gary" or something like that. We even went into my basement and got some cardboard to make a headstone.

It was a difficult service to get through, to say the least.

After that stage of the day passed we got bored decided to head down the street to Melissa's house. While walking passed one of our neighbors houses Melissa realized that she really hated that neighbor (who happened to be a girl of around the same age). She started brainstorming ways to display her hatred towards this neighbor and eventually decided to utilize Gary. We walked all the way back to Gary's grave, dug him up, walked back to the neighbor's house and hung his corse on one of their trees.

I'm very glad the thin black rubber tube I saw walking home prompted me to include this in my blog today. Only now do I realize how terrifying and disturbing this event was. In fact, walking home I thought to myself, "What a funny time in my childhood! Oh the joys of youth..." Now I question my sanity during the early days...

But seriously... What a strange way to show early hatred! I actually kind of liked the neighbor. But still... guilt by association must be held to account!

I have decided that during the summer before college seniors are completely insane in the membrane (insane in the brain). But I still love a lot of them.

The song of the day is "Kindgom Come" by Coldplay.