This one contained a lifelike, battery-powered fake snake that writhed when the lid opened. Her shriek could have shattered glass. Grant came running just in time to see her pointing in horror.
“Guess you shouldn’t open boxes that aren’t yours,” I said with the gentlest smile. The prank worked. From that day on, Serena never touched another one of my packages.
But the real surprise came weeks later when she quietly apologized. She admitted she’d felt lonely since losing her husband and that snooping made her feel involved — needed. For the first time, I saw not an overbearing intruder, but a woman still finding her place in a new family.
We laughed about the “incident,” even joking that curiosity really did kill the cat. And though she’ll never stop being Serena — nosy, opinionated, endlessly curious — she now knocks before entering, asks before touching, and leaves every delivery exactly where it lands. Sometimes, love isn’t about confrontation — it’s about creative education.
And in this house, a fake snake and a vibrating gag gift taught the lesson no polite conversation ever could: some boxes are best left sealed.
