My buddy Samuel went with me to visit our good friend Susan after hours at work. She's a herpetologist. Susan is very much into snakes and she offered to give us a private tour while nobody was there. While she was showing us how to handle one of her larger snakes, the snake stuck its head into her pocket, snatched her key ring and swallowed it.
"Darn it!" She cried. "I've got to get that back or I won't be able to drive home after we lock up."
She has a little Japanese car.
Quick thinking Susan grabbed the snake tightly just behind his head and gently massaged its throat until it regurgitated the key ring. As the keys were falling to the floor, Samuel scrambled to catch them, but he fumbled. I recovered his fumble and during this confusion Susan quickly placed the snake back into his cage.
We all had a good laugh over the little misadventure and it wasn't until a bit later when we were about to lock up and walk to the parking lot that I began to ponder the question, "Who has Sue's zoo key, Sam or I?"