Intruder in the house

On dealing with an intruder of the slithery kind.

THE other evening, when I returned home after an absence of 10 days, I had no idea that there was an intruder in my house. As I looked through the letters that had been piling up in my mailbox, I had no inkling that my partner and I were not alone. A short while later, as I unpacked my suitcase in my bedroom, there was nothing to tell me that the peace in my little house was about to be shattered.