It's hard to believe that a mere snake could bring so much joy and excitement to the office.
I came in late to work today to find a fire truck and Fire and Rescue Brigade officers all over our parking lot, which is just an open grassy yard with ground that looks as rutted as a motorcross track.
Apparently, some of our staff spotted a snake hanging off one of the windows, and called the Fire and Rescue Brigade. I ran into my cubicle, grabbed my camera and waited out by the fire truck in the hopes of a good photo opportunity.
Some of the interns have never experienced anything so exciting as the intrusion of a snake into their office before, so they trooped out behind me, jabbering like mynahs after the rain.
We waited for the snake to emerge. The fire brigade guys waited. The Human Resource officers waited. The cleaning staff waited. The interpreters waited. We all waited. And the snake didn't oblige us.
Our human resource assistant returned from the cafeteria with cans of carbonated drinks for the fire brigade guys.
"What's the soda for?" one of the interns from Germany wanted to know.
"Oh, it's to entice the snake out with," I replied airily. "Snakes love the sugar rush".
And would you believe it, the poor kid believed me! I laughed so hard, I would have scared away an entire nest of cobras.
The snake wasn't a cooperative one, so the fire brigade guys had to leave empty-handed. The interns and I were all rather disappointed that we didn't get to see it.
"Think of all the cool photos we'd post on Facebook if the snake did turn up", one of them lamented wistfully.
I may not have had the good fortune of seeing the snake, but my colleagues made up for it. The snake got bigger, longer, meaner and deadlier with each retelling of the story, especially by those who didn't see the snake.
Ah well. If any of you herpetofauna types out there can identify a huge black snake with long fangs and glowing red eyes for me, I'd be most grateful.