The snake. Surely the very same damn snake!
Why didn't you let me go? I didn't love you anymore. I wanted my freedom. Why didn't you just give me the divorce? Why did you make me put the snake in your sleeping bag when we went on the fishing trip last summer? You didn't have to die. You could have lived--and found someone else.
All this is your fault. You've sent the damn snake--the same one that took your life--back from the Other Side, or wherever you went after you died, to get revenge. Yes, it's just like you to do something like that!
I've gotten to where I stay up most of the night. Maybe I'm paranoid, but it would be just like you to put the snake in bed to wait for me. Just as I put it there to wait for you. But my reasons were justifiable: I simply wanted to get away from you, to part peacefully. Your reasons are purely demonic: You simply want revenge.
I am so sleepy! I haven't seen the snake tonight, but I know you probably have hidden it somewhere in the house. I've got to go upstairs and lie down for awhile. I'll sleep in the nude, with no covers, and with the lights on. Maybe that way I can stay safe and get enough rest to keep going.
If I'm quick enough, I'm going to catch that damn viper and chop it into tiny pieces. Then what will you do? Send another one?--or something even worse? Of course you will. That's just the sort of mean, underhanded thing you would do.
I don't know what I ever saw in you, in the first place!