I come from a long line of densely toothed people—generations of unwitting spinach smilers—which means that with any string floss, I need to wedge it between my teeth before gliding it back ...
How could I walk past, uncaring? To transport a three-foot reptile, I snapped the snake in two. Cotton-mouthed, fanged with milky teeth, it looked up trustingly from my shopping bag, not so much snake ...