pumpkinstrokemarrow

To wit, having taken on a reasonable quota of Newky Brown, woke up early the following morning to a very disturbing vision. The two inches of what I had thought were dormant black stuff at the bottom of the tequila bottle had entirely metamorphosed into a black worm, curled around the bottom. Maybe 2cm in diameter and 30cm long, with small, shiny black scales rather like a slow worm. In fact, more or less an obese slow worm, but without any eyes, nose, mouth or other surface features. Spontaneous generation from the slime, rather as the ancient Egyptians used to believe.

Now I am not very keen on snakes, at least the sort that are out in the open. Not too bad with those in glass boxes. Not too bad with the wriggling red worms in the compost bin. But this thing had me very perturbed. How did it get there? Was it going to climb out of the bottle and start exploring the study? Would it take up residence behind the bookcase?

It took a little while to wake up properly and chase the vision away. Even now, a day or so later, still faintly alarming, so it must clearly have touched some psychic nerve. Perhaps best not to enquire further.