Sometimes our eyes deceive us
"Look, this rubber snake would be great to scare the squirrels away. They keep chewing their way into the attic."
"Yes, and it wiggles too," the other woman replied."
I turned to look and saw a plum woman holding up a snake by the tail. Snakes give me the heebie-jeebies, even rubber snakes, so I quickened my steps and reached the chair where the owner was sitting.
"How much you want for this snake?" The plump woman called over to the owner.
The owner seemed to be in deep thoughts for a few seconds staring at the snake in the woman's hand, and then she mumbled, "I don't have a rubber snake." And then she jumped up and screamed from the top of her lung, "Oh, my God! Throw it away!"
"What? Why?" The plumped woman asked looking confused, still holding up the wiggling snake by the tail.
"It's real! It's a cottonmouth," the owner yelled. "Throw it on the grass as far as you could."
The plump woman shook with fear, screamed, and flung her arm throwing the snake about ten feet away. The snake landed on the lawn with a thud and quickly slithered away.
The owner closed the garage sale and asked us to leave the property. The plump woman gasped for air and threatened the owner with a lawsuit, but her companion calmed her and trailed her to their car. I was happy to get out of there and heard the owner talking to animal control on her cell phone.
I doubt I'll stop at any garage sale in the near future.
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