If I were to write a list of what I expected to find in the locker, I am not sure where I would start. I can honestly say though that if that list had resided on my person, ‘catfish in a tank’ would have been written down somewhere in Arizona.

I looked at the bewhiskered creature in amazement, then turned back to my cat and the snake. “If you wanted me to talk to the fish, why not just put concrete shoes on my feet and dump me in the Hudson!”, I commented. “At least there, I would have been granted some sense of sanity. Once I had resolved the ‘talking cat and reading snake bit’ that is.”

I heard bubbles behind me coming from the tank and turned, not knowing or caring anymore what to expect.

“Put your head in the tank.”, the snake whispered, awestruck behind me.

“What???”, I said, turning back to him. I wasn’t sure how to tell if a snake was serious or not but I needed some reasurance before I put my head in a smelly tank with a fish who looked to be over 40 years old.