1:48am, I am watching some show on the Travel Channel about these two guys who go live with natives in the woods. I see a shadow out of the corner of my eye...it is my oldest and he's walking into the living room holding something...
Sam: Look who was sleeping in my bed.
Me: Oh my God! Is that Steve?
Sam: Steve is the only white snake around here.
Me: Wow! Out of this whole house, he escapes and ends up YOUR BED?!?!?!
We put the wayward escape artist back into his home, placed the bricks back on top (someone had left them off) and Sam went back to bed, and I went back to the Travel Channel.
Some people would've completely freaked to be sleeping in their bed and have their foot touch something that shouldn't be there, especially a 3 1/2 foot snake. But not Sam. The whole thing was a little surreal and yet, seemed completely normal. Yeah, we're weird.