Snakes on a Floor!

Okay, so it doesn't have the same ring as snakes on a plane. At all.

I was walking by the bathroom last night, when I heard Rob Valentine exclaim, "What's THAT?"

I peek in the door, and I see something on the floor. It is long and paper thin, sort of brownish, greyish, yellowish, bluish, and blackish in color. It looks like it might be plant material - like maybe a plant leaf. I get closer to it, and I see that it looks scaly.

I say, "It's snake skin! A snake molted in our bathroom."

Rob protests because he says that a snake needs to rub up against something to do that, and it doesn't look all white and flakey like snake skin. He goes to pick it up using my straightening iron. I, of course, vehemently protest this plan. After briefly teasing me, he abandons the straightening iron for his leatherman.

He picks up the snake skin and holds it close to his face for evaluation. I say that it definitely looks like it has scales, and maybe it's a fish. Rob holds it even closer and seems to sniff it. Then he holds it out for me to have a sniff.

And I say, "Smoked salmon!!! Where did that come from?"

We puzzled over it for a bit, but as far as we knew no one else had even been home in the time that the skin appeared. Our best theory was that I left the hall closet door open and Miss America went to peruse its contents. As it is a bit of a hunting apparel closet, we were thinking that maybe she procured herself some old smoked salmon skin there, toted it to the bathroom across the hall, and then abandoned it.