I once had a snake as a pet. One afternoon, I dropped a couple of pinkies into the tank containing the snake and walked away. Thinking the snake was done feeding, I returned to change his water. What I found was the last piece of his dinner was snuggling up next to him, seeking comfort and warmth. The poor little think was not old enough to open its eyes yet. So there it was, trying to seek comfort and warmth and protection. Meanwhile, just above, the snake was going in for the final kill, watching…taking its time, savoring in the moment.
Today, I was the that snake.
And that is alright with me.