The Last Laugh

When I got Shaun a zillion years ago, he came with snakes.  (It was one of those package deals…I came with cats).  In a moment of weakness, my Mom let it slip that the whole idea of keeping snakes was horrifying to her.  It seemed that my plucky mother was afraid of snakes. Naturally, Shaun seized upon that knowledge and made it his mission in life to torment her with them.

He would never actually put his real snakes in jeopardy, so he invested in a collection of plastic and rubber snakes.  (Like he needed my mom as an excuse to do this?)  He would hide these in my parent’s home and just sit back and wait for the satisfying scream that was always sure to come.  Then Mom would always swear to get her revenge on him.  Shaun was a bit nervous about this for the first few years then decided that the revenge would never come.  Sadly, for Shaun, we moved out of state, the silly game had to be abandoned.  (I’m willing to bet Mom wasn’t too sad)

A week or so ago, Mom and Shaun were downstairs watching a horror flick.  I came down to let the dogs outside and glanced over at the two of them staring intently at the screen.  Then I noted the huge rubber snake that appeared to be moving across the coffee table.  Mom happened to catch my stare and jumped up screaming.  It was one of the real snakes making her escape! (They didn’t hear the dogs barking, why should they have noticed the snake? Why should they even remember they brought it in room?) The snake was carefully placed inside her enclosure, but the seed of rubber snakes was once again planted in Shaun’s head. 

Mom was on high alert when she opened the lovely Christmas gift that Shaun gave her.  I’m not sure what gave it away, the barely concealed chortle, the glittering eyes or the readied camera.  She knew there was a snake in under that pretty paper.  What she wasn’t prepared for was the second prettily wrapped snake.   Shaun was content when he got a startled screech out of Mom.  Of course, Mom vowed revenge, to which Shaun just laughed. 

Last night, I woke up to the sound of maniacal laughter.  Shaun had come to bed way after I had and, to his delight, found that someone had tucked a couple snakes into his side of the bed.  I’m not sure that was the reaction she was looking for, but she finally got her revenge. 

Mom and Dad have headed down the road toward Arizona.  So the games are off for a while.

 I’m sure they will be back though…

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