I dreamed about him last night. The anaconda. He knew he had me at a place where I couldn't get away. I ran and ran. But he was able to sink his evil fangs deep into my ankle. And then I thought, "How am I going to get him off?" And I thought about those "WWJD" bracelets. But it wasn't Jesus I was thinking of, it was Elvis. What would Elvis do? I know. He would sing himself out of it. Just like in the movies. Then in my Elvis voice which actually sounds like Nicolas Cage doing Elvis I sang, "I'm gonna shake that snake off of me". Nothing. He hung on like a nasty case of crabs. Evil I tell ya. Maybe this snake is trying to tell me something deeper. Maybe not. Maybe sour grapes.