I remember shopping in my favorite shoe store up in New York years ago... boxes upon boxes of shoes, thousands of styles to choose from, and one of my favorite brands designed shoes made of snake skin. I had snake skin heels in black, navy, ivory, and a favorite pair that was black and purple. Gorgeous designer shoes, at just a bit over wholesale prices.
And this afternoon.... I went outside to water the marigolds and make sure the birds had enough water in their fountain... and there it was... a snake skin spread along the stones of the front courtyard. The skin was about three feet long, not very wide, so I'm guessing it wasn't from a huge snake. But still. I just stopped in my tracks and looked at that skin and remembered the days when I was wearing shoes made out of those skins, without so much as a single solitary thought as to the beastly creature that the skin had once encapsulated before it was wrapped around a pair of high heels.
I thought of not walking near the skin out there in the courtyard. But that would mean the flowers wouldn't get watered and the birds wouldn't have fresh water. Back around the house I went to get the broom, and I used it to sweep away the skin of that blasted snake. I was going to put it into the trash but the breeze caught the skin and it drifted towards the front pasture. Fine. If that's where it wanted to be.... I picked up the skin with the broom and tossed the skin into the just-mowed field. With any luck, when the guy with hay baling machine comes by, he'll pick up the skin with one of the bales.
Do cows eat snake skin when it's mixed up into a bale of hay? Probably not.
Will I ever again buy a pair of heels made of snake skin? Definitely not.
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