“I won’t bite . . . this time. We have just stopped off as I have to feed my snakes. Figured we could get it over with and get ready for the party before the others get home.” I nod slowly. Snakes. Baby steps. Deep breaths. “You want to feed those death noodles?” Laughn’s laugh brightens the dimly lit room. “Are you scared of snakes, baby?” I shrug. I wouldn’t say I’m petrified, but they can stick to their side of the glass tanks and everything will be good.
