The other day I was walking out to the garage and stepped over the bungie cord that my husband left on the stairs, silently cursing him because I could have tripped on it and broken my head. Then the bungie cord slithered into the flowerbed.
Yesterday my husband was cleaning out the garage and (after having found a suspiciously brown recluse-y looking spider) bent over to pick up the bungie cord on the floor and the bungie cord raised its head and flicked its tongue at him.
I hope our bungie cord stays around. He looks like he’s just the right size to take care of the waterbugs.