I can't say for sure that it was the joy caused by remembering Aunt Cy's tribal dance, but afterwards, throughout my childhood, I kept rubber snakes around. I kept all sorts. I had the small brightly colored where the rubber was so hard they had no realistic motion. I remeber a neon orange one that existed for a long time. My favorites, though, were the long soft snakes that coiled naturally. They usually have fairly realistic scales and they were durable enough to swing around your head without breaking. My love of these toys lasted throughout all my school days.
As was the usual occurance, our youth group was going to Real Life Farms. This would be my third or forth trip. We would sit around a fire and play in the barn and, if we were lucky, like the year before, we would see the Northern Lights. Perhap Johnney would drop an aerosol can in the fire, like had also happened in the past. The explosion launched wood forty feet in the air, sparks going everywhere. No one got hurt and as had happened every year, we had a good time.
For me, this brought a prancing challenge. In the past I had set kids out with snipe hunting around the horse barn. I had tied a youth leader that had fallen asleep to a picnic table. I had also done the more basic things with Sharpies and Shaving Cream. None of these things were as great as I had hoped. They were fun, but never worked out quite as well as you imagined. While I packed and thought about these things, I stumbled into one of my snakes. I packed it just in case.
The evening and night were going really well. The group got along so well it had that feeling of wonder why life can't always be that way. We ate and played and talked. It got to that part of the night when I needed to prank or it would be too late and I didn't have a set plan.
I fiddled with some string I had brought, but I could figure out how to make a trip wire work where no one would get hurt. I looked for someone who was vulnerable to some trick that plays on vulnerability, but it would hurt the moment. I didn't want to do that.
Then I came to the snake.
I knew just leaving it lay would either be missed or short lived, so I looped the string around the neck of the snake and looked at it. The string was too think to fool anyone. I needed it to move, if it was going to be convincing.
I placed the snake under the hay of the second floor, while no one was around. I then buried the string so it would end a good four feet from the where the snake was. Now it was just waiting for the right time.
It wasn't long before Johnney and Jeff joined me. They were closer friends to each other than they were me, but I stopped them t talk. Trying to get to a convicting spot to spot something moving in the hay. That didn't happen before Melissa, Liz and Angie came down the stairs to where we were all at. At this time, Liz and Angie were my friends, but I had a crush on Melissa.
As you would exect any reasonable teenage boy to do, I struck up a conversation with Melissa. I think I started something like this, "Did you see that?" Dramatic pause. "I think I see something moving in the hay.". Believe it or not, she didn't jump at the idea of discovering what beast was in the hay. So, because I wanted to impress her, I push her to look, probably mocking her lack of bravery.
So, here we are, me with my hand at one end of the hay with my hand on the string. Melissa, the girl I'm interested in, working unhappily messing around at the other end of the hay. She was not really digging and only casually looking. I think she wanted here friends to bail her out, but they were watching. I pulled the string a little, "Did you see that?". No, of course she didn't see that. We played this game until I could no longer take it.
She was getting bored, which would mean the moment was going to be lost, so it was all or nothing. At the sometime she gave one of her half hearted digs into the hay, I pulled the string. Hard. I should stop here to let you know, my plan was to startle her a little. i had no idea what was about to happen or how the ohysics would play on the large rubber snake buried in the hay.
She saw the movement in the hay this time. It was shocking in it's violence, not unlike an attacking animal. Her head snapped around just in time to see the snake leaving the hay. Somehow, when I pulled the string, the snake didn't just slide towards me under the hay, but launched into the air, out of its hiding spot. I should note that, at that speed, it looked fairly realistic. She raised her arm I fear, catching the middle of the beast and also causing it to complete wrap around her arm.
It may have been the loudest scream I have ever heard.
The string was pulled free from my hand as she took off in a dead run. I want to tell her to stop, but I'm laughing so hard I can't speak. For that matter, The tears make it hard to see.
It takes her only a minute to realize it is fake, but that was a long minute. Terror, laughter and a room filling up trying to find out who was getting killed.
Much like Aunt Cy, she was not impressed.