The snake

When I was 10 or 12,  I went to a weekend Girl Scout camp before the season opened.
The swimming pool was filled with brackish water – in it a swimming snake. I yelled “let’s catch and cut it open!” The pack took up the cry.
Pony-tailed hunters with fork pronged sticks harried and  caught the hapless snake and proudly carried it back to camp. Eager faces crowded round as the Leader drew a knife – cut off the head and slit it open.

I could not look. I turned away.

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