And since the snake went up the step, and started slithering towards the door of the laundry I rationally decided to go back to my room and have a beer. Beer is good in times of snake-induced fear.
And since I was traumatised, I figured I shall give my brother a call and get mounds of sympathy. I call him, we talk for a moment and then he says "Can you throw me my pants?"
The 18 year old high-school he picked up a few weeks ago had stayed the night, and was still there. And my brother was not wearing pants.
Have you ever asked yourself what is more horrifying than having a snake rear its evil head at you? Well, it realising your brother is talking to you on the phone naked. And you may have interrupted him and his woman? girl-friend? bumping bits.
I need therapy. And more beer.
EDITED TO ADD: And my underwear is still in the laundry. I have this fear the snake knows this, and is trying to wait me out. I may need to go commando for the rest of my life.