Mowing grass.

I'm back in the neighborhood I grew up in, where I used to mow grass for a few of the old widows on my street during the summer. This one woman, Olive, lives about five houses down from me. Her backyard is pretty big, but a chunk of it is taken up by an in-ground pool that hasn't been used in years. The bottom of it has a foot or so of scummy water, frothing with green algae. Bullfrogs live in it, and I always wonder how they enjoy living in there with no discernable way out.

One day after mowing her yard, I walk down to get my money. I ring the bell and wait much longer than usual for her to answer. She finally does, and begins to root around in her purse for some money. As she does, she starts to quiver, then to shake. The shaking intensifies, becoming convulsive and alarming. I'm stunned and don't know what to do - I'm just some kid that mows the grass. She starts to snort and thick, pasty drool erupts from her mouth in bursts. She doubles over, and her arms seize up tight against her body. She collapses to the floor as the spasms continue. Her eyes bulge and turn black, and her ears elongate. Right in front of my horrified eyes, Olive painfully morphs into a white rabbit.

Seriously.