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Snakes In An Office

The head of another department was standing outside my cube doing a weird little dance and looking anxiously at the ground.

"What's up?"

"Snake?" he said as a nervous question, rather than a statement.

I got up and came around the door of my cube and there was a foot-long garden snake writhing around next to my cube. As I approached, it predictably retreated. I made a swoop for it, causing it to dart under the wall of another cubicle. A thankfully empty cubicle.

It went under the filing cabinet, so I got a large envelope and took the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet out, exposing the snake who was pretending that I couldn't see him. It looked like a brown spotty snake sitting very still against a brown flecked carpet, but it didn't work. I could still see him. With the envelope I scooted him out from under the filing cabinet and back to the outside of the cubes.

I didn't want to pick him up immediately because he was coiled so that I wouldn't have been able to grab him behind the head (so he couldn't bite me, should he actually prove to have teeth). Instead I played snakey soccer with him, putting one foot on either side of his body and walking slowly forward, encouraging him to do the same. A woman coming back from lunch eyed the two of us and whispered "Is that yours?"

Sure, I'm just giving him walkies... but what I actually said was "No, I'm putting him outside."

Finally he straightened out and I just picked him up and took him outside. He was kind of freaked out, but if he could hold the information in his tiny brain, it would probably make him really happy to know that he wasn't nearly as freaked out as most of my co-workers.


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Sep. 15th, 2006 12:46 am (UTC)
"Is that yours?"

Ha ha ha.
Sep. 15th, 2006 08:00 pm (UTC)
Is that yours?

Only in Silicon Valley.

You always get the fun work adventures. *pout
Sep. 15th, 2006 08:50 pm (UTC)
I love snakes. Maybe it's genetic. My grandmother used to walk around whatever base they were posted to, with snakes around her neck, blasé. I'm guessing there wasn't much to do.
Sep. 16th, 2006 09:35 am (UTC)
Oh, good on you. :)

I've got a major phobia (like there are minor phobias?) wrt snakes, so I would have been on *Top* of the filing cabinet.

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