I’ve mentioned before how Wayne and I have been exercising in the pool.  We chat, listen to music, and dance in the water.  It’s great fun and has quickly become addictive.  This morning, though, I ran into a slight problem. 

Florida is the land of sandy beaches, glorious sunshine, palm trees, geckos . . . and snakes.  Yes, a snake had made its way into our pool! Okay, so it was lying motionless at the bottom of the pool, obviously dead. Still, no way was I getting into the water with a snake—dead or alive.  So my fearless husband dutifully removed it for me, setting it on the ground close to where I was standing . . . only the snake wasn’t dead!  It was alive and headed straight for me.  I’m here to tell you, my friends, this woman can jump!