Yet another one

The large, pretty snake we found the other day was gratefully released into the wilds….not until she made it known that humans sucked, and she was not going to put up with out bullroar for one more minute. Cory got nabbed, and she drew blood. He came in LAUGHING after the smelly snake bit him. Blek!!!

So, she got her way and was release after Bill got home and saw her, as was the plan all along.

Then my neighbor called and said she was bringing Cory a snake that they caught in their yard. She drove up and showed us a much smaller snake. She was incredibly docile, and looked to be blind in one eye.

New snake

We still have this little snake, and Cory would like to keep her for a bit. So, today I am off to buy something called a pinky mouse….or, baby mice. They are already dead, and I must keep them in the freezer and thaw them for the snake to eat. There is just so much wrong with this, I don’t know where to start.

I love animals. Really, I do. But the thought of having dead mice in my freezer to feed to a snake is grossing me out. Even if she is a nice snake.

Yet another flippin' snake

I pride myself on being open-minded in regards to the boys. I have grown up around animals, handling snakes, lizards, salamanders, newts, turtles, mice and rats. I was a dolphin, sea lion and bird trainer. I also worked for a small traveling zoo for a short stint one summer in Florida. During that time with the zoo, I worked with Lemurs, a spider monkey and various other exotics. I have been bit by a dolphin, peed on by lemurs, and had sea lion snot sneezed on me. I have fed sharks out of my bare hands, and performed a necropsy on a dead false killer whale that washed up on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico.

Peering at the snake from a good distance.

Having said all that, the thought of feeding this snake a dead baby mouse and keeping said dead baby mice in my freezer is just harshing with my mind.

Yet another snake

I am thinking Snakey needs to “escape” one quiet evening when no one is looking.