Maddy came up and asked about King Cobras. "How big do they get?" Well, I answered, did mommy bring in my backpack? No, she hadn't, but she had left the car that included my pack.

Off Maddy went to fetch up my pack with computer and we explored the King Cobra. The biggest one ever was over 18 feet long! And they are often 12 feet! Then we had a problem: my bath was almost overflowing. With HOT water! And the drain is way down at the bottom! So I put in a _little_ bit of cold, then psyched myself like a sumo wrestler and plunged my hand into the depths.

Now we love our deep Japanese 'soaking tub.' You can sit on the bench and have water to your neck. Delightful. And two people can share the tub, assuming that they are close, since they will be close. But it has a flaw. The drain is not easy to open.

Not easy at all! In fact, it can take a bunch of tries to get it to open. It has a silly mechanism. You push it down to close, then you push it past close and it is supposed to spring up to open. Hah.

So there I am, with my chest pressed against the top of the top, stretched down to try please please to release the drain so that I could let some of the scalding hot (not literally, but sort of close) water out so that I could put a bit of cold in so a bath could be obtained, push, clunk, still closed, push, clunk, still closed, push, clunk, still closed.

I do not need any help at this point, when Maddy chimed in "Daddy, you look like a poooping gorrilla."