dionythicus
Kiss My Hearse
Well, it happens. Snakes get out. :headbang:
I didn't know either one was out until I was lifting a tub to check on a female for her post-bru shed and there was a snake curled up on the tub below the one I lifted. Um...hello? And who are you? :shrugs: I don't have many normals anymore so it took a minute to remember who this little guy was. He's my Okeeteeish aztec. Well, little fellow, back into your tub with a chiding of "bad snake". So I keep going through the snake room. I find a non-eaten mouse in my Christmas male's tub, which is HIGHLY unusual. I go to take said rodent out and realise....
OMG, he's not in the tub. I freaked. Christmas are my future bread and butter, I want to mix and match that into tons of morphs and my breeding male is gone! It's terrible, but I was thinking, praise Gaia it the was male that took off and not the female. I only have one female and three other homo Christmas males (two are Christmas anery from Joe Pierce). Of course, they're all '07. At least my Christmas male successfully bred two females this year, so if he never comes back, I've got offspring. But, I very quickly started searching and came up empty. Then I think...hmmm...weren't the cats after something behind those boxes in the bedroom the other day? I dismissed it as an escaped cricket. That'll learn me. I go through those boxes and found much that I can donate or throw away, but no snake. I let my husband know so when he comes home, if he sees a long red snake on the loose, it's mine. LOL When I came home from work at midnight, I dinked around downstairs, finally come up to get ready for bed. I hear a loud hiss (snake or cat I wasn't sure) and my husband yells from the bedroom, "There's a snake!!" I come barrelling into the room, see a red tail slither under a box and promptly retrieve my missing Christmas male. After returning him to his tub, with a harsh warning to stay in it, "You little...You can be replaced", I put bungees on the lid to prevent another escape. The cats were so funny, creeping around the box where I grabbed him and freaking each other out. One cat would be focused and another would sneak up behind them to see what they were looking at and startle the first one, who would shoot into the air and the second one would fly back, too. Popcorn cats! It was priceless. :rofl:
I didn't know either one was out until I was lifting a tub to check on a female for her post-bru shed and there was a snake curled up on the tub below the one I lifted. Um...hello? And who are you? :shrugs: I don't have many normals anymore so it took a minute to remember who this little guy was. He's my Okeeteeish aztec. Well, little fellow, back into your tub with a chiding of "bad snake". So I keep going through the snake room. I find a non-eaten mouse in my Christmas male's tub, which is HIGHLY unusual. I go to take said rodent out and realise....
OMG, he's not in the tub. I freaked. Christmas are my future bread and butter, I want to mix and match that into tons of morphs and my breeding male is gone! It's terrible, but I was thinking, praise Gaia it the was male that took off and not the female. I only have one female and three other homo Christmas males (two are Christmas anery from Joe Pierce). Of course, they're all '07. At least my Christmas male successfully bred two females this year, so if he never comes back, I've got offspring. But, I very quickly started searching and came up empty. Then I think...hmmm...weren't the cats after something behind those boxes in the bedroom the other day? I dismissed it as an escaped cricket. That'll learn me. I go through those boxes and found much that I can donate or throw away, but no snake. I let my husband know so when he comes home, if he sees a long red snake on the loose, it's mine. LOL When I came home from work at midnight, I dinked around downstairs, finally come up to get ready for bed. I hear a loud hiss (snake or cat I wasn't sure) and my husband yells from the bedroom, "There's a snake!!" I come barrelling into the room, see a red tail slither under a box and promptly retrieve my missing Christmas male. After returning him to his tub, with a harsh warning to stay in it, "You little...You can be replaced", I put bungees on the lid to prevent another escape. The cats were so funny, creeping around the box where I grabbed him and freaking each other out. One cat would be focused and another would sneak up behind them to see what they were looking at and startle the first one, who would shoot into the air and the second one would fly back, too. Popcorn cats! It was priceless. :rofl:
