Kimberly:
I couldn’t stop crying and shaking. This was how I was going to go out. This was how I was going to die: in a pet store, squeezed to death by a boa constrictor. Never have I ever thought that this was going to be my fate.
“Ma’am, just calm down. Stay calm, control your breathing.”
I nodded, but I couldn’t control anything. I was frantic. I could hear the snake hissing in my ears, its tongue flicking too close to my skin. It was going to bite me! It was going to bite me!
“You have to calm down,” someone urged. “If you keep panicking, it is only going to squeeze tighter.”
It was already squeezing tighter. It was wrapped around my arm, and I could feel my palm tingling from the cut-off circulation. What in the hell was I thinking? Touching a snake?
The old man seemed so nice,
