I came home from swim practice one evening in high school. On my way to put my towels in the dryer, I noticed a fake rubber snake lying on the floor of the hallway. My dad likes to play practical jokes. He has fake poop and barf and all sorts of fun stuff, so I wasn't too shocked.
As I was passing it on the way out of the laundry room, I stopped for a closer look. It was the most realistic-looking fake snake I had ever seen. "Look at that!," I thought, "They must have used black beads for the eyes or something...they look so real!"
And I started wondering, "Is it really fake?" I stood there staring at it for several minutes, and it was as still as a rock. But I still had my suspicions.
So, I reached down veeeery slooooowly and lightly poked it's side. It slithered forward a few inches.
"Hey, Mom, there's a snake here in the hallway."
"What? Yeah, right."
"No, come here and look at it."
"Lauren, it's fake."
"No! I just touched it, and it moved!"
"Nice try."
"No, look! Watch!" I reached down and poked it again.
This time it decided to flee behind the refrigerator. Eventually it reemerged, and we trapped it under a plastic box. We tried to transfer it to a big glass jar so that my sister could take it to school with her the next day, but that snake was pissed and did not cooperate. So we let him go in the back yard.
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