It was a snake. And it bit him. So that’s what mom meant, he thought to himself.
He was standing in the middle of his dorm room, looking for his trig book. He was already going to be late, and now, his hand bleeding, although not badly, he was going to be even later.
“Hey, Jim, come here a minute.”
“What’s up Mark? Woah, what’s with the snake?”
“I was looking for my trig book, and well…”
“Oh. Do you know what kind of snake that is?”
“No man, that’s why I called you, I was hoping you did.”
“Nope, dude, you’re bleeding, did it bite you?”
“Ok, hold on.” Jim ran out of the room and a moment later, Mark heard the television come on in the living room. He went out to investigate, and found Jim flipping the channels furiously.
“Where’s Jeff Corwin when we need him, he’d know what to do.”