Shit. Shit shit shit. That semester I spent in Arizona and that stupid TA lecture about snakes is starting to come back to me and boy do I wish I had paid more attention. Still a childhood of watching Steve Irwin hasn't been wasted, so I try to be as still as possible and only spend a few seconds cursing te fact that I glow in the dark.

And of course now the woman is moving. I can understand her, which means she either speaks English or the voice in my head (who is probably not my conscience) is translating for me.

"Hey, stop moving. Don't freak out, don't move, there is a big ass and poisonous snake right there."