I walked into work this morning to discover a broom holding a sign onto the pile of boxes just inside the door:
BEWARE OF THE SNAKE
But some of my coworkers were there, so I greeted them before proceeding to more pressing questions.
“Er, is there a snake?”
“Yes, somewhere in those boxes.”
I eyed the boxes warily and continued my progress into the room (and away from the boxes). “What kind of snake? Do we know?”
“Yes, a very small cobra.”
This is kind of how life goes here. But I’m glad that there’s a well-fitting door between me and the boxes and the snake.