Viewer be forewarned.

Watching movies with Medusa and her infamous snake head isn’t a good move to watch with your kids right before bedtime.


I found to my horror that I couldn’t sleep that night without seeing gigantic anaconda snakes wrap their coils around my prostrate body and squeeze every time I took a breath. The worst part about it was their mouths which opened with sharp pointed teeth aimed at my nose.

When it comes to watching movies, I love the creepy ones, the ones with ghosts and other paranormal stuff that puts most people into an uproar of protest. I can’t help myself. While I’m quaking on the living room couch with a blanket held for safe and fast inserting before my horrified eyes, I love watching those movies.

However, I now draw the line at watching anything with snakes writhing around or circling people’s faces or adorning their heads because it seems to have an adverse effect on my mind.

In my subconscious state, I seem to keep reliving the worst parts of the movie and actually identify with the victim as the snakes continue to attack my sleeping beauty body.

Can you imagine what Prince Charming must be seeing and thinking? A snake-wrapped princess? Horrors! He couldn’t possibly kiss anything that grotesque or can he?

My spouse says I have a morbid sense of humor.

So, I’m putting out this warning:



’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)

About Lillian Cauldwell

Own and operate an Internet Talk Radio Network for 10 years, 2005 to Present Published Author of Non-Fiction Book, 1996, "Teenagers! A Bewildered Parent's Guide. Published Author of several fiction books, 2006 "Sacred Honor" and 20010 "The Anna Mae Mysteries: The Golden Treasure." Playwright of Theater of the Absurd and Black Comedies. Screenwriter, Black Comedies