I turn briefly to watch it, before I pivot and sprint towards the exit. The fire crackles and shrieks as though it’s alive. Throwing open the door with one hand while holding Cindii’s calf with the other, I see my team assembled Under the DomeTM. Well, I see the whites of their eyes. It’s pitch black under the plastic bubble. A huge cluster of taipans are squirming and slithering atop. They knot together to form a massive black-brown, beady-eyed, yellow-bellied screamfest. I’m absolutely sure we’re all going to die. “How is plastic wrap keeping them out?” I wonder aloud. Jay pipes up. “It’s industrial strength…” he winks. “And we’ve got an air compressor here, blowing it up against their weight.” He brushes a perfectly manicured hand through his Ken doll hair. He’s not bloody Safari Ken, he’s online shopper Ken. Gently, I lower Cindii down and give her a tight squeeze. Her breasts rub against mine and, for some unfathomable reason, I picture us kissing. It’s been a helluva a few hours and I can’t think straight.
