zimbabwepegasus
Extreme Poster
As some of you know, my little striped anery corn pulled a lovely disappearing stunt. Now that I'm breathing again, here's the tale:
It's a Friday night. In short, I'm out late. I stumble in my door around 3:30am, pretty well sloshed by this hour. (actually it was a semi-magical evening during which my pool game was seriously on!) I walk into my room and what to I behold? Ella's cage has been flipped over, there's aspen all the hell over the place and the screen looks peeled back (especially strange as none of the mesh was stretched, torn or distorted, just pulled out of the frame).
The only reasonable action immediately available was to flip out, yell at my cat and start calling Ella. Yes, I seriously did. Tossed the cat of my room, got down on my hands and knees and began softly calling Ella! Ella! Needless to say, she is a poorly trained snake and my calls went unheeded. By now it's nearing 4:30 and my drunkenness has pretty well turned into sleepiness. So I curl up in bed.
I spend the next day destroying my room. Every shoe, nook, cranny, book, inside the box spring, inside my alarm clock, etc. Having no luck with that approach I put a heat pad (human) on the floor and a hide over it.
Days turn into weeks. My routine has morphed to include sweeping through every little corner of my room on a daily basis. I try getting a mousey. No luck.
Two weeks has gone by.
My friend Jenni is over for dinner. I am making a fabulous spicy lingcod braised in coconut milk with colorful vegetables. As I'm still standing over my stove top, Jenni wanders a bit. I go in search of her and hear voices outside. There's my upstairs neighbor, Johnny, who eagerly says "Did ya hear what happened?"
"No, what's up?"
"Maile & Caris (my next door neighbors) had a snake in their apartment and I had to grab and I threw it in some bushes!"
He seems so proud I almost feel bad to shriek "What snake?! MY snake?!"
And his face falls. "Grey with black stripes....?"
"Oh... expletive. What bushes? What bushes?"
As it turns out, Johnny has walked to the end of the driveway and across the street to throw the snake in the neighbor's bushes.
It's 8pm, it's dark out and I am digging through an unknown neighbors' yard, armed with a flashlight, in search of an 18 inch cornsnake.
Jenni emerges with a plate of food and a glass of wine for herself. I'm freaking. And one point I think I've heard her. Finally I think " I need a mouse".
Jenni hands me her car keys and promises to watch out for Ella.
I drive like a madwoman to my local pet store that carries mice, send the cashier, who knows me, running for fuzzies and madcap it back to my place.
Where I find, Jenni, standing on the corner, Ella in hand. Apparently Jen had gotten bored, lifted one leaf and found my missing snake!
It's a Friday night. In short, I'm out late. I stumble in my door around 3:30am, pretty well sloshed by this hour. (actually it was a semi-magical evening during which my pool game was seriously on!) I walk into my room and what to I behold? Ella's cage has been flipped over, there's aspen all the hell over the place and the screen looks peeled back (especially strange as none of the mesh was stretched, torn or distorted, just pulled out of the frame).
The only reasonable action immediately available was to flip out, yell at my cat and start calling Ella. Yes, I seriously did. Tossed the cat of my room, got down on my hands and knees and began softly calling Ella! Ella! Needless to say, she is a poorly trained snake and my calls went unheeded. By now it's nearing 4:30 and my drunkenness has pretty well turned into sleepiness. So I curl up in bed.
I spend the next day destroying my room. Every shoe, nook, cranny, book, inside the box spring, inside my alarm clock, etc. Having no luck with that approach I put a heat pad (human) on the floor and a hide over it.
Days turn into weeks. My routine has morphed to include sweeping through every little corner of my room on a daily basis. I try getting a mousey. No luck.
Two weeks has gone by.
My friend Jenni is over for dinner. I am making a fabulous spicy lingcod braised in coconut milk with colorful vegetables. As I'm still standing over my stove top, Jenni wanders a bit. I go in search of her and hear voices outside. There's my upstairs neighbor, Johnny, who eagerly says "Did ya hear what happened?"
"No, what's up?"
"Maile & Caris (my next door neighbors) had a snake in their apartment and I had to grab and I threw it in some bushes!"
He seems so proud I almost feel bad to shriek "What snake?! MY snake?!"
And his face falls. "Grey with black stripes....?"
"Oh... expletive. What bushes? What bushes?"
As it turns out, Johnny has walked to the end of the driveway and across the street to throw the snake in the neighbor's bushes.
It's 8pm, it's dark out and I am digging through an unknown neighbors' yard, armed with a flashlight, in search of an 18 inch cornsnake.
Jenni emerges with a plate of food and a glass of wine for herself. I'm freaking. And one point I think I've heard her. Finally I think " I need a mouse".
Jenni hands me her car keys and promises to watch out for Ella.
I drive like a madwoman to my local pet store that carries mice, send the cashier, who knows me, running for fuzzies and madcap it back to my place.
Where I find, Jenni, standing on the corner, Ella in hand. Apparently Jen had gotten bored, lifted one leaf and found my missing snake!
especially if you've just manage to catch it and carry it without a problem.
