Midnight Crusader

So the other night around 2 am or so, I woke up when Jeff got out of bed and walked around to my bedside table and unplugged my cell phone. "What are you doing?" I asked him, mostly still asleep.

"There are snakes in the bed."

Um... really? But knowing that my husband is a semi-regular sleep talker, I felt confident that there weren't actually snakes in the bed.

Using my cell phone as a flashlight, he threw back the covers on his side of the bed.

"They're gone," he said. But his middle-of-the-night subtext was much richer: Ah, yes. Those tricky snakes are gone; I was expecting this... You've foiled me tonight, snakes, but next time, next time, you won't be so lucky...