Pretty much!
Heading out for the night.
See you tomorrow or so.
Still liked Buddy trying to squeeze me.
It was pretty pathetic.
“Pal, isn’t that somewhat of an over-reach for you?”
He’d look up at me like, “Can’t a guy at least TRY?”
He and I eventually had an understanding where he wouldn’t try to squeeze me, and I wouldn’t “squeeze” back.
[But he didn’t stop liking to coil up inside my shirt like a scaly belly lump..]
Ball Pythons are funny snakes.
They’re terrified of their own shadows but once in a while you get one that actually enjoys being out and about.
Then you get to see their clownish personality.
Boas *always* want to be out and with you, often going to crazy extremes to convince you to take them out and then fighting like a wrestling contortionist to avoid going back in.
It once took me almost a half hour to push Bob back in his condo since as soon as I’d get his rear end in, I had to go to the other end and push his front end back in, only to feel his tail zip out and wrap around my leg so I couldn’t push him anymore...lather, rinse, repeat.
:)