Herpetology

So I consider myself concerned for all animals’ well being(s? Wellsbeing?). I believe I made that clear in my previous post involving the Sea Lettuce. Not too long ago I was commissioned to care for a friend’s snake, and by “I” I mean my younger son. He was quite enchanted with the fucking creepiness of walking around with a snake about his shoulders, and was also totally on board with the minimal demands of the snake. Having witnessed a feeding once before, he was well prepared for the semi-monthly frozen mouse extravaganza. I thought I was too due to my nearly unshakeable nature and constant involvement in the gross, weird, and absurd as a matter of career. Failing to account for changes in form was a mistake, however, and I’m still a little unnerved by it. A play by play transcript of the event, as I sought advice, comfort, and an outlet in the owner of the snake:

Sock, not sick. I finished the conversation by letting Jess know that I was keeping a close eye on the snake in case any pointy parts of the mouse punctured it. Then I got obsessed with how snakes don’t get punctured. All in all it was best that the snake only eats infrequently.