Oh, Leslie, I guess 84 is a nice old age, but it still seems impossible that you could die! We're going to watch Airplane tomorrow, for sure. If we can find a copy at the library...
Let's see, what funny little quips do I have today?
Bean couldn't stop laughing and it made him cry. Now I'm worried that he is mentally ill. Of course, it's prolly just that he's 8.
Dora was trying to put her new snake into its feeding tank, but it wouldn't let go of her hand. He had his tail wrapped tightly around her hand, but kind of leapt into the tank and grabbed the pinky and started to swallow it. So Dora told Bean to ask me what to do, and I heard him telling Max something about "it's wrapped really tightly around her finger and won't let go" so I went upstairs. It was maybe the cutest thing I've ever seen-- Dora standing there with this baby snake attached to her hand, dangling down into the little tank, with a pinky mouse half swallowed. Dora said plaintively, "I don't know what to do!" I got his tail uncoiled and he dropped down into his little tank and finished dinner. He must have been so hungry!
So I sat down with Dora and we were both a little perturbed, and I couldn't think of a solution to keep it from happening again. We sat there silently for a minute, and then I was all like "OH!" because it became obvious that we will put Iggy in the feeding tank FIRST and THEN drop the pinky in... Duh.
For the record, we are feeding him humanely killed, frozen thawed mice. Much better than a live mouse that gets are freaked out getting chased by a snake then swallowed alive. The mousicles are killed with CO2 and they are asleep within seconds and dead the next...
Fuck my brain. I was sleepy a few minutes ago, but it turns all the neon lights on and starts playing the band just when I want to fall asleep.
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