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I bought two plastic snakes for my venture to see Snakes on a Plane. The night I went to see it, I sneaked up behind my mother and tossed one of them on her. This has evolved over the past week into The Great Snake War, wherein the snakes have been hidden in clothing, hurdled into showers, stuffed into bed sheets and been the weapon of sneak attacks from all angles. I think I'm going to miss my family when I have to move back this weekend. In the meantime, I'm going to go hide behind the couch (with a snake).