A slippery intervention

Good morning world, I have been asked to share some humor in my interventions. Truth be told, most interventions are not filled with humor, more with emotions, grief, and trauma. But, I do recall a few years ago, right around this time of the year- I think it was at the end of May. I remember going to a family intervention just west of the Twin Cities. Working with a gentlemen who was struggling with cocaine dependence, and his wife who was struggling with the mood shifts of her husband. Cocaine addiction can be a very moody disorder for self, and family members. As I knocked on the door, met the family, and sat down on couch. There were little kittens flying around the house, and you could see that the new born pets were providing some comfort to the family. We began the intervention, and I listened to the wife talk, and her sister. Then it was the addicts turn to share his story. Now it was time for me to meet privately with the addict, and his wife and her sister went into the other room. She called the kitties, and they began to follow. All of a sudden I felt a tingle on my ankle, like a kitty licking my ankle and my foot. I figured one of them was under the couch. Then the addict, came and sat down across from me, and I could see him looking awkward. He called his wife back in the room, and asked where Simon was? She then looked under their computer desk, and said probably sleeping. I started talking about how today will be a new day, and let's not judge our past, not worry about tomorrow, but put all are positive energy into this second, right now- control the thought. As I said that, out of the corner of my eye, I swear I see a large tail of something pushing back in forth. Then I get another lick on my foot- I was wearing leather sandals, and it tickled! Just like that, the guy, said hang on dude, I need to get Simon. He went to the computer desk and started pulling out this gigantic, huge, python. I am in shock, literally, on top of the couch, stepping on to the recliner heading to the door. His wife comes running out, with her sister, and begin to help fetch Simon. Simon was 6 and half feet, with a head the size of football. I am out of my health, out of the moment, freaking out. I hate, repeat, repeat, not dislike, or not sure of, but hate snakes. The sister of the wife is laughing her head off at me, a 6 foot 2 man, 200 pounds, standing on the recliner heading for the door! The guy, saying, its ok dude, Simon does not bite. I go, dude, its not ok, and he licks, and I need to go. I finally get out the apartment door. The kitties are trying to get out- my mental image, of kitties and a python, great- time to check myself into the hospital and get medication for the nightmares I will have. The wife comes out, and apologizes, many times. She is writing me a check, and I'm like- this one is on the house. The story continues we finished the intervention at a coffee shop that weekend. Simon did not attend that slippery intervention. Stay in your health, stay in the moment.