by James Partridge
The rattlesnake was first spotted by the copier near payroll's file cabinet. After the understandable screams and nervous laughter, there was much debate about what to do. Some felt we should kill it, and of couse that led to debate about the method of killing, some felt we should bring it outside, which naturally led to figuring out how and who and where and all those other pesky details, some felt we should call the zoo, but no one was bothering to find the number, so the notion just kind of floated above us, unused. I decided to go home. I pretended to be terrified of rattlesnakes. It was awesome - like a snow day in summer.
James Partridge is a San Francisco-based writer and natural history educator.