This morning Keelan came downstairs and told me that The Snake died last night.  I think she really thought I’d be more devastated than I am.  Don’t get me wrong, I liked the snake.  She was fun to take out and hold and let hang out around my neck, etc.  I think I spent more time with her than anybody else simply because I’m here more.  But, love?  It’s kinda hard to get to love a snake, like you would a dog or cat or something that shows personality more.

I do, however, feel very sorry for her.  I am sure the reason she didn’t eat the other day is because she was sick.  She didn’t act any differently, but hey, she’s a snake.