Author, Janet Perez Eckles
I’m a rare bird. I’m not afraid of snakes, not really. Could it be that I don’t see them?
The other day this was put to the test. My 6-year-old granddaughter jumped on my lap. “Nana! There is a huge lizard on the carpet.”
Huge lizard? She likes lizards and she usually guides my hand to grab them by the tail (catching them happens to be a common thing in Florida). But this “huge” lizard might in reality be a snake.
So what does a logical, collected and calm blind Nana do? I grabbed my most effective and best weapon—a broom.
