NaBloPoMo Day 18: Tom and the Snake

This is a #latergram, but I'm sure you'll agree it totally holds up. Tom was alone in his office one evening in September. He steps out into the hallway and stops dead in his tracks. Before him, he sees a snake on the carpet. Looking very snakey:

The snake's coloring is perfect for slithering
undetected amongst industrial carpet fibers

Tom does not know what to do. The last time he encountered a snake indoors, he was at home and we had welding gloves and a gigantic rubbermaid tub. I'm talking like two weeks before this. September was obviously the Month of the Snake.

Tom nabs a chafing pan thing from the office kitchen and tosses it on top of the snake. 

Good thinking, honey.

The snake and an aluminum tray.

At this point, Tom pauses because, now what.

After pondering for at least two and half minutes, he goes over to the doorway and gets the doormat. He lays the doormat right next to the aluminum tray. He slides the tray slowly onto the doormat. Then he drags the doormat outside and super fast lifts up the aluminum tray.

The snake slithers into the bushes, never to be seen again.
Or actually scratch that last sentence, let me report back next September.