Earlier today, I was in the little space by the living room window (which my family affectionately calls "the balcony"), busily applying a coat of dark varnish to my mom's pallid-looking shelving unit, when a sudden impulse made me glance to my right.
So that was when I saw it.
THAT is a snake. For real. Not a synthetic, plastic or rubber look-alike.
Measuring no longer than a third of a metre and probably only twice or thrice as thick as a piece of twine... it was definitely not a worm, and nor was it an elongated insect. From whence it came, I haven't got the slightest clue, considering the fact that we're staying on the fourth floor and there are no trees directly adjacent to the window.
Our "balcony" is a haven for my mom's eccentric collection of plants but these had been re-potted recently and therefore, a snake, no matter how tiny it was, could not have escaped my mom's unsympathetic shovelling.
This rather unexpected sight stunned me for quite abit and thus I reacted only as my instincts told me to -- I called for mommy to come have a look! LOL. Of course, she completely freaked out when she saw it and started whacking at the thing with her broom until it was... well... quite flat (Mommy was convinced it was a venomous little viper).
And I had initially thought of keeping it alive in a bottle or something. A pet snake is rather cool, dunchathink? Hhaha. This world is certainly getting too weird...
