BeckyG
Making it up as I go
My dream was this:
I was driving home from the local lake. As I passed the company I work for, I spotted a huge normal/wild corn snake on the side of a ditch (which in real life isn't there--the ditch, not the snake). I slammed on my breaks and got out of my truck. I ran across the road and grabbed this beautiful snake. As I was checking out my new acquisition, I looked down and saw a huge anery corn snake on the ground as well. I grabbed him up, too. I was holding these two corns, one in each hand when I spotted an anery hatchling on the ground. Suddenly, I also spotted an amel and a snow hatchling. I thought of the two in my hands, "These must be the parents of all those hatchlings." (The normal had, on closer inspection, turned out to be an amel.)
I was trying to figure out how to pick up the hatchlings without losing my two adults, even trying to put the anery under my arm, when who should drive up in a brown van, but Dean. Yes, our very own Roy Munson. He was wearing a suit, and had apparently been at a business dinner or something. I was much more casually dressed, shorts and t-shirt since I'd been at the lake. He asked me what was going on, and I handed him the two adult snakes, saying, "Here, hold these two. I'm going to go get those hatchlings." It was a muddy ditch. I didn't want him to get his suit dirty.
As I got close enough to the ditch to see down into it, I saw, not just the three hatchlings I'd first spotted, but hundreds and hundreds of hatchling and juvenile corn snakes of all different morphs. My jaw dropped in astonishment, and I headed toward the bottom of the ditch to get them, and ....
Why does the stupid alarm have to go off just when the dream is getting good?
I was driving home from the local lake. As I passed the company I work for, I spotted a huge normal/wild corn snake on the side of a ditch (which in real life isn't there--the ditch, not the snake). I slammed on my breaks and got out of my truck. I ran across the road and grabbed this beautiful snake. As I was checking out my new acquisition, I looked down and saw a huge anery corn snake on the ground as well. I grabbed him up, too. I was holding these two corns, one in each hand when I spotted an anery hatchling on the ground. Suddenly, I also spotted an amel and a snow hatchling. I thought of the two in my hands, "These must be the parents of all those hatchlings." (The normal had, on closer inspection, turned out to be an amel.)
I was trying to figure out how to pick up the hatchlings without losing my two adults, even trying to put the anery under my arm, when who should drive up in a brown van, but Dean. Yes, our very own Roy Munson. He was wearing a suit, and had apparently been at a business dinner or something. I was much more casually dressed, shorts and t-shirt since I'd been at the lake. He asked me what was going on, and I handed him the two adult snakes, saying, "Here, hold these two. I'm going to go get those hatchlings." It was a muddy ditch. I didn't want him to get his suit dirty.
As I got close enough to the ditch to see down into it, I saw, not just the three hatchlings I'd first spotted, but hundreds and hundreds of hatchling and juvenile corn snakes of all different morphs. My jaw dropped in astonishment, and I headed toward the bottom of the ditch to get them, and ....
Why does the stupid alarm have to go off just when the dream is getting good?