It started to mist on me when I was in the hot tub the other day. Rather than get my book and, even worse, my cigar wet, I stepped out naked to set up the umbrella. As I cranked it open, a small garden snake fell out, no doubt as utterly mortified to see me as I was to see him. He landed on my wrist, ricocheted toward my body, and fell to the ground.
My brain knows he was falling at 32 feet per second per second. Other body parts clocked him going much, much faster. Yet I aged ten years before he hit the ground. Damnedest thing, that relativity.