The Scary Snake House

                       There is nothing any more scary than the snake house at the San Diego zoo.

                                                                    I kid you not.

While I was in San Diego for those three weeks before the ship pulled out, we had rented 'one room'. (For the story about why I was in San Diego click HERE.) There were 2 or 3 other rooms along the hall that were rented out, as well. Perfect for short term visits. Would not have worked long term.

Millie and her husband (another sailor) lived in the room next to us. We girls started hanging out together while our husbands were busy doing sailor duty.

(me and Millie on the roof of our building having a fun time)

I mean what can you do all day long in a bedroom? Make the bed, pick up the clothes, .... well, that took 15 minutes of a live-long day. So, we'd walk around the neighborhood, go to the store and one day Millie got the bright idea that we girls should go to the zoo.

So, we hopped on a bus and go to the zoo. We walked all over the place, saw the bears, the monkeys, the birds ... and then Millie says "Let's go in the snake house".

That wasn't the greatest idea anyone ever had. I have always been afraid of snakes. I don't like them and they don't like me! But, being a good friend, I went along with her. I mean there were some big snakes in there. My skin crawled just seeing them through the glass. I could tell she was pretty creeped out looking at those big old snakes, too but we both were acting brave. I mean you don't want to admit to someone else that a snake that can't get to you... scares the beegeebees outta you.

Our guys had duty that night so when Millie and I got back to our little side by side abodes we each went into our own place. I was asleep when I heard someone banging on my door. What the dickens? It's Millie. She's white as a sheet.

"There's something or someone in my room. I'm scared to death. Can I sleep with you?"

So, I crawled over. Here I am, sharing my bed with a girl I haven't known but a week or two. That was weird. By daylight she cautiously headed back to her room.

Soon she's back over at my place, looking rather sheepish, if I do say so myself.

In her search for what had scared her the night before, she found a picture on the floor behind her bed, broken frame and glass everywhere. There was no buggar, no snake, no nothing. We sure didn't dare tell our hubbies what scaredy cats we had been. And, we stayed away from the zoo from then on.