SnakeNbake
Cuz that's how I roll!
It's been awhile since I've been able to come post here. I've got some pretty bad medical problems going on right now and have been in the hospital a lot lately. I just wanted to tell you guys I miss you a lot. I hope you're all doing really well. Hey that reminds me, I was in the hospital all messed up on painkillers and had a dream about Dean's hands. He kept holding up different animals to show me but I never saw the rest of him, just the hands. Damn you Dean and your creepy dream giving hands!
On another note, I also had an escapee while I was gone. My red stripe baby somehow managed to MacGyver his way out of his tank. I looked everywhere for him and then finally shook my fist in the air and shouted, "You'll be back! You have it too good here. Mark my words, punk, you'll be groveling for a warm tank and fuzzy mouse by the end of the week!" Anyone who finds this method ineffective, think again! He was curled up on the end of my bed two days later. He broke down sobbing after I yelled "I told you so!" about 15 times. Hammering on an animal's self esteem is the only way to go. After awhile they don't try to escape or bite, they just lay there looking sad but subservient. Respeck!
After giving him a few kisses to give him hope that he can earn back my love, I fed him and put him in his tank to sleep. Then every few hours I'd wake him up by glaring at him through the glass until he became visibly uncomfortable. That right there, folks, is what I call good pet parenting.
Seriously though, I do miss you guys. Sorry to all those who's private messages I haven't responded to yet. I will write back as soon as I can.
Dang it, I bet I just wrote all that and everyone's going to say, "Who the crap are you? You were gone?" To which I will respond by crying and asking the baby Jesus why he has forsaken me.
On another note, I also had an escapee while I was gone. My red stripe baby somehow managed to MacGyver his way out of his tank. I looked everywhere for him and then finally shook my fist in the air and shouted, "You'll be back! You have it too good here. Mark my words, punk, you'll be groveling for a warm tank and fuzzy mouse by the end of the week!" Anyone who finds this method ineffective, think again! He was curled up on the end of my bed two days later. He broke down sobbing after I yelled "I told you so!" about 15 times. Hammering on an animal's self esteem is the only way to go. After awhile they don't try to escape or bite, they just lay there looking sad but subservient. Respeck!
After giving him a few kisses to give him hope that he can earn back my love, I fed him and put him in his tank to sleep. Then every few hours I'd wake him up by glaring at him through the glass until he became visibly uncomfortable. That right there, folks, is what I call good pet parenting.
Seriously though, I do miss you guys. Sorry to all those who's private messages I haven't responded to yet. I will write back as soon as I can.
Dang it, I bet I just wrote all that and everyone's going to say, "Who the crap are you? You were gone?" To which I will respond by crying and asking the baby Jesus why he has forsaken me.
