There's no point to this but I've been laughing about it all day so thought I'd share.
So I got home late from a tennis match last night - I have a message on my machine. It's a panicky call from an old girlfriend I still keep in touch with.
"There's a snake in my basement! What should I do? Call me on my cell phone cause I'm certainly not going back in the house!"
It was late - I didn't return the call.
I probably should also mention she live 1000 miles away. What exactly did she think I could do to help her.
So ... I talk with her today, trying (unsuccessfully) to avoid laughing at her, and point out that most adults could have dealt with a small snake in their basement (particularly one moving slowly in cold weather and shedding his skin). It turns out she called some animal control service which charged her $160 for the guy to basically just walk in, grab the snake, and put it into his toolbox.