If you’ve read my rubber snake post, you know the background. (If not, check this out first.)
Soon after scaring the bejeezus out of my housecleaner, I decided to launch the snake on my six-year old neighbor, Lola. I did ask her mother’s permission, of course. I may not be fond of children, but I know where to draw the line. Plus, this kid is cool. You can actually have an interesting conversation with her.
I knew that Lola was a prankster, so I asked her Mom if it would be okay for me to put the snake in their mailbox. Lola’s newest extension of boundaries allowed her to walk to the mailbox herself to collect their mail. Mom thought the snake was a great idea.
I watched from my window as she skipped to the mailbox, opened it and….immediately grabbed the snake, dancing around with laughter. Within seconds, my doorbell rang and there was Lola mocking my pathetic attempt to snake her. I then told her that the snake was hers to pay forward. I explained that revenge was best served cold. The next day, she sprang it on her father. She had it waiting in the bathroom for him. I was disappointed. She just didn’t get it.
Or did she?
This afternoon, a good three months since I snaked her, I stepped out with the wiener dog to collect my mail. I opened the mailbox to this:
I’ll admit, my initial reaction was fear. But then I connected the dots. I could not, however, bring myself to touch it. Its paws just looked so creepy. I brought the wiener dog back inside. I knew if she was beside me when I pulled it out, she’d come unglued, thinking it was another fun thing to chase like squirrels and chipmunks (the latest Bubble invaders.)
I returned to the mailbox to collect the rat and my mail. As I walked back to the porch that is shared with Lola and her family, there she stood. Bent over with laughter. She knew she got me. But the rat is now mine. The wheels are turning. Who will be the next victim? And what does Lola have in mind for the snake? I haven’t forgotten that she’s still sitting on it. Two in play.