Mrs. Snakles

Well Jdog has moved in. Yeah, stop with the Uhaul jokes! So what I drive a Subaru and she has a uhaul hitch built onto her Golf (hey oldsters - wasnt the Golf called the Gulf at one point or am I mis-remembering?). Anyway, yeah the big move in. How happy are we!

About a week after I finally asked JDog cutely asks if Mrs. Snakles is allowed to move in. Well hello! Of course! If you haven't guessed by the name Mrs. Snakles is a Snake. A lavender albino king snake to be exact. She lives in a big old fish tank that is split in half (actually its more like 2/3 and 1/3) and on the other side is a fish tank. Mrs. Snakles is about 2 feet long and is beautiful. In the tank.

So, Mrs. Snakles and Donovan (the one fish in the tank) moved in last week - specifically during the UConn vs. Rutgers game. As I screamed at the telie, money penny was cleaning the tank. When she was done - dhe came and watch telie with me. Satchmo, my catpuppy sat down near the tank. He sat there and just looked and watched the fish swin. His little tail was waggin and waggin. Way cute. So, we continue with the game. and then Satch collapsed lazily onto his back and started batting his front paws into the air as though playing with an invisible ball. We walk into the room and find that Mrs. Snakles was playing in the water and Satch was fake playing with her. IT WAS SO CUTE.

The next day, Donovan had some friends. Buffy and Olivia - white goldfish. Malcolm and Steve - multicolored goldfish. Mafesto the big boy goldfish. and a harem for Donovan. Our little happy experiment in darwinism. We've already lost Malcolm and Steve. Poor things - but they died of natural causes and not a Mrs. Snakles fish feast.

Tonight I had an issue. I come home with my wonderful kit kat chocolate blizzard and I am ready to chill and catch up with Idol. I throw on the Pj bottoms and tshirt and turn on the computer. Satch was acting weird and sat next to the tank. I thought to myself it would really suck if that snake was getting out. I got up to get a seltzer and what did I see....Mrs. Snakles swimming around the bamboo in the water. Cool. I look closer and notice that the TANK IS OPEN! What the heck is that? THE TANK WAS OPEN. OPEN I TELL YOU!

Here is what will happen. If Mrs. Snakles gets out - I am done for. I will probably sie a million deaths - or one will do it. The worst part is that my friggin cats would eat my dead body while playing with Mrs. Snakles just to digest my liver and start feasting again.

So Jdog doesn't know this but if Mrs. Snakles gets out there is no way I am going to try to find her. If I happen upon her and I don't die of fright, she might find herself outside and I will have to say that Satchmo ate her.