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.