The Yellow Tape Gate

Creeping along the cool galvanized duct... shimmy, slide! The overhead pipe made a sharp turn right into a dead end between two towering stacks of cartons. Blocking the path below was a bright strip of yellow-and-black hazard tape, stretched taut from box to box like a glowing gate! I lowered my skinny legs, dangling down until my yellow feet touched the cool concrete. How to pass? Limbo time! I bent my knees way forward, leaning back until my fuzzy head hovered just off the ground. Shuffle, slide... whoops! My elbow bumped a cardboard corner with a soft whump, but I wiggled right underneath without snapping the line. A grand bypass in my secret maze!