Have I mentioned lately that buying the snakes was a bit of a bad decision? They are fantastic in the cage, beautiful and scaly, but take the darn suckers out of their man-made habitat and they scare the poop out of me. It turns out that Gus is our snake lover in the family. He plays with them and tours them around the house. He begs to let them come out and play.
Recently, Dinosaur (the black one) learned how to escape his feeding bag. We only realized this as he was slithering under the fridge. Seriously, I might actually flip if one of them gets loose in the house.
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