7 years, 4 months.
Unlike Indiana Jones, you are clearly not afraid of snakes.
Last week, you found an old key chain I brought back as a souvenir from Thailand, when I was in college. I had bought it from this man who professionally hunted and skinned snakes. He used the leftover heads for key chains.
Realizing you could disconnect the crystal arrowhead necklace that you got at Ruby Falls during Spring Break, you then replaced the arrowhead with the snake head.
In your own initiative, you had created a cobra head necklace and decided to wear it to school.
As you were leaving that morning for school, I assured you that you’d be the only boy in America to wear a real cobra head necklace to school.
No, this story doesn’t end with me saying that your teacher told you not to wear it to school anymore. You totally got away with wearing the head of a poisonous snake to school.
You came home and bragged to me, “Daddy, on two people thought my cobra snake wasn’t real!”
Coincidentally, just a few days later on Sunday, I had put your sister down for her afternoon nap and decided to take you to play in the creek at Brenthaven in Franklin.
As we were walking across the bridge over the creek, you and I both noticed something we assumed was a rope that had surfaced on a rock, in the middle of the stream.
But as we made our way closer, I announced to you with both caution and joy, “Jack, that’s a real snake!”
I tossed a few pieces of mulch at it- but it never budged. Then I tossed some rocks at it- it still never budged.
Finally, I found a stick long enough to pick it up with. It was obvious the snake was not only dead, but it had been dead there overnight.
You pointed out to me that its tail looked like it had been chewed up. My theory is that a neighborhood dog found the snake and broke its neck by slinging it like a whip, then the snake crawled onto the rock to die.
Turns out, it was either a venomous Cottonmouth or a harmless Brown Watersnake.
But since it was definitely dead, I let you throw rocks at it. I’m pretty sure you’ll remember that day as a highlight of your boyhood.
So yeah, you’re not afraid of snakes.