Same applies to taking photos in our house…
This morning, she who must be obeyed decided she would like to rise early and cook some food for the monks at the local temple. This part did not involve me so I continued to slumber; but was soon roused from my sleep to act as driver. We spent half an hour pursuing monks around the neighbourhood until all the food supplies had been handed out; then returned home to discover a snake in the bushes outside the house.
This freaked out my wife on two levels. First was her immense fear of snakes,, not helped by the fact that I insisted on taking a close-up look. But she was also convinced that our house was guarded by a snake spirit, and here was a snake showing itself just after she had given alms to monks! How amazing was that?
We both rushed into the house on separate missions. Me to grab my camera and she to grab incense sticks and an offering for the unwitting guardian. I hurried down the garden path to get a photo and discovered too late that she had placed twelve eggs across the path as an offering; and now there were only eight.
With a slightly soggy right shoe continued my journey and got my shot.
I washed off my feet and returned inside.
You know those twelve eggs you left for the snake?
Yes.
Now there are only eight, I stood on the rest.
I hope you did a wai and said sorry to the snake?
Not at all. Those eight remaining eggs will end up in the fridge, so I have given four eggs for the snake to actively enjoy. Anyway, I have just learned eggs are bad for health.
This seemed to pacify her. I rule when it comes to theology discussions.