Sarah just came out to the dining room, where I am folding clothes.
"Mother," she says, "I'm afraid we have a slight dilemma."
"What is it?" I ask, preparing my mind for a flood, since, the last I heard, she was working with her fish tank.
"Larry has decided he doesn't like his aquarium. And you know what that means, don't you?"
Yes, I know exactly what that means. That means that on the loose somewhere in this house is. . .
. . .a pet garter snake.