There was an HVAC technician at our house last week.
He was an older gentleman, so I was sure he knew his job well.
He looked like he may have been on the job for decades, and I doubted if there was anything he hadn’t seen, but I was wrong. He showed up to work on my furnace, and I showed him where the furnace room was. He was only downstairs for about five minutes, when I heard him scream. I was sure he had to have been hurt. I ran downstairs, and the man was white-faced. He couldn’t move or breathe properly. When I asked him what was wrong, he only looked down. Wrapped around his leg was my pet snake. He was almost ten feet long, but he was docile. He was used to wrapping around our legs for the warmth. I guessed the HVAC technician wasn’t used to having snakes around him. He was petrified, and I didn’t know what to do. Sarah wouldn’t let his leg loose, and the HVAC technician was beginning to hyperventilate and sweat profusely. I had to get Sarah away from him, but she wasn’t listening. I called 911 and told them what our emergency was. Five minutes later, the ambulance was there along with animal control. They released the HVAC technician from Sarah, and got him on a gurney. The ambulance attendant told me that the next time someone came to the house, I had to have all pets put away, and that included snakes. Sarah had caused the HVAC technician to have a heart attack.