How I spent my Friday night/end of the world:
Went to the store for a few things.
Scrounged around Hobby lobby for a bit.
Came home, put the stuff away and started dissambling a Boa condo.
Rewired the heating cable in the condo.
Replaced snake.
Mopped spilled water out of Python tub.
Washed hands.
Made Himself cinnamon rolls.
Played with puppy while he ate rolls.
Discovered that the big Boa Bob had not shed properly due to low humidity in room.
Couldn’t find tub big enough to soak him so put warm water in bowl to use a washcloth to rub off dead skin, instead.
Wrestled for an hour with 18 pound, 7 foot Boa who does not like to be wet, much less have his head roughly scrubbed.
Finally got in living room to discover dog/dogs had ripped up pillow, thrown other pillows around room in revenge for ‘ignoring them while home’.
Put living room back together.
Sat down.
FReeped.
Don’t tell me I don’t live the weekends on the bleeding edge.
:P
You’ll get no argument from me. Can’t even imagine ticking off a seven foot boa constrictor.
Cinnamon rolls?
Suffering withdrawl from Hostess are we?
(We went to Bass Pro Shop and ate a buffalo burger while staring at a huge fishtank. Now *that’s* edgy.)