Why did it have to be cardboard boxes?
I couldn't turn right because there was a mini-van in the way. Its doors were open and everyone - a mother and two small children - was outside on the sidewalk, looking at a shoebox held together with masking and duct tape. Unable to turn, I pulled my motorcycle over to the curb. I couldn't hear what they were asking me, so I cut the engine and learned that it was, "Can you put this snake back in the box?" An eight-inch snake, thinner around than my little finger, had mostly gotten out of a small gap, but was now stuck on the tape. It turned out that I could put their snake back in their box for them.
I learned something about myself today: I am OK with handling snakes that are not much bigger than an earthworm. But if it had been a spider, that family would have been on their own, because fuck that.