I was awakened from a mid-afternoon nap on the family room sofa by my 20 year old daughter screaming, "Dad,one of your damn snakes is out!" I jumped up off the sofa expecting to find my male striped snow, Prince Charming (the female is Snow White...Indulge me.I'm old), out once again. after all he's escaped twice in the last two days.
Much to my surprise, I found a tiny albino California king, curled up on the hearth. It was PePE (Purple People Eater), the snappiest, muskiest, tail rattling-est, poo slinging snake this side of the Mississippi. He has been missing since October 21, 2006...nearly five months. He doesn't appear to have grown at all. He's about 15-18 grams and about 15 inches long. He's almost nine months old.
How he survived all this time is amazing...Just a testament to the instincts these tiny creatures have. In any event, he wasn't the least bit appreciative of being found. He immediately assumed striking position and rattled his tail furiously. As soon as I picked him up he musked me. I'm sure he would have smeared me with poo if he had eaten recently.
He is currently trying furiously to escape the sterlite shoe box he's quarantined in. I'll try to feed him a small pinky later tonight. I don't know if this is a record for recovering a lost snake, but I feel like I just did a remake of "Lassie Come Home".
Much to my surprise, I found a tiny albino California king, curled up on the hearth. It was PePE (Purple People Eater), the snappiest, muskiest, tail rattling-est, poo slinging snake this side of the Mississippi. He has been missing since October 21, 2006...nearly five months. He doesn't appear to have grown at all. He's about 15-18 grams and about 15 inches long. He's almost nine months old.
How he survived all this time is amazing...Just a testament to the instincts these tiny creatures have. In any event, he wasn't the least bit appreciative of being found. He immediately assumed striking position and rattled his tail furiously. As soon as I picked him up he musked me. I'm sure he would have smeared me with poo if he had eaten recently.
He is currently trying furiously to escape the sterlite shoe box he's quarantined in. I'll try to feed him a small pinky later tonight. I don't know if this is a record for recovering a lost snake, but I feel like I just did a remake of "Lassie Come Home".