This is NOT funny!

I was doing the fatherly thing by escorting my daughter to the toilets after dinner this evening. As we both emerged from the toilet and began our conversation, a nice lady doing her dishes at the communal sink asked us to stop for a moment. The reason was soon obvious - a black snake was wending its way across the pathway that Rachel and I were heading down. Now let me scotch two rumours straight away. ONE - I did not need to return to the toilet immediately. TWO - Rachel did not need to escort ME to the toilet later that evening. I will, however, admit that the hair gel brand I am using is not strong enough to keep the hair on the back of my neck in place in face of such obstacles (I must complain to the manufacturer), and TWO, a journey to the toilet later in the evening was much less relaxing than any previous such journeys. Why is it that cracks in the pavement never looked so ominous as they did tonight?