Irwin the boa got me once, but he was just being a sneaky little jerk. He was all snuggled up wedged between the side of my leg and a couch cushion. I thought I felt something a little bit strange but thought nothing of it. but then the smell, then an hour of upholstery cleaner and a scrub brush. And then, by some cruel coincidence, my infant daughter woke up and as I changed her diaper she projectile pooped all over me. "Just one of those days" doesn't even come close.
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