Skin was crawling at 7th and Montana this morning as word spread that someone lost a snake near Our Favorite Starbucks. "Found Snake," read a sign at the corner of 7th and Alta, "Call to identify and claim if it's yours." I was tempted to call and say something like "What a relief ... I'm so glad you found my snake. It's a 49-Foot Python which answers to the name Monty, and it ran away last week to join the Flying Circus." But I decided to lay low, instead. The last thing I need is to make an asp of myself ...!