George and His Truck Meet the Hydra

Conversation in our truck on a recent drive through the Mohave Desert:

“Did you run over its head or tail?” I asked.

“It was a snake, and it splattered everywhere,” George said. “Does it really matter?”

“Totally matters. If it was the head, it might grow back like the Hydra.”

“You watched way too many episodes of Hercules in the 90s.”

“Just because Kevin Sorbo, is sorbo hot doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

“Honey, the Hydra had nine heads; I promise this snake had only one.”

“Maybe all the other heads had already been cut off. If so we need to stop and bury the immortal head so it’s really dead.”

“You seriously believe someone cut off the other eight heads, and burned the tendons so the heads couldn’t grow back?”

“Absolutely, then it got away and now it’s our duty to be sure the immortal head is separated from the body and buried for all eternity.”

“You do realize the Hydra was a water snake and we are in the desert?”

“There’s probably a hidden underground lake and the snake slithered out of it.”

“Why am I even having this conversation?”

“I think the real question is, why did the snake cross the road?”

I’m pretty sure I saw a blood vessel burst in George’s head. I think I’ll wait till later to tell him this is what happens when you let the Hydra live.