Woman Discovers “Snake” in Her Sink—Vet Reveals It’s Something Else Entirely!

George stepped back

George stepped back and swiftly dialed a number, his tone urgent. “Hello? This is Dr. George Carson. I need immediate assistance at 345 Maple Street,” he said, his voice escalating with each word. Martha’s chest tightened as she struggled to keep the creature contained. George continued, “It’s not a snake—it’s something else. Please, hurry!” He ended the call and turned to Martha. “Help is on the way,” he said, though the fear in his eyes betrayed his calm words.

Martha’s hand ached

Martha’s hand throbbed as desperation clawed at her. She felt alone, struggling against the relentless pressure of the creature pushing against the glass. Her grip faltered, the slick surface slipping through her fingers. “George, I can’t hold on much longer!” she cried, her voice taut with urgency. George hovered nearby, his expression a mix of worry and helplessness. “Just a few more minutes, Martha,” he said, forcing a calm tone that didn’t quite convince either of them. Martha gritted her teeth, her mind racing for a solution. “I don’t have a few minutes! I need real help—now!”