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Thursday, March 12, 2009


Months ago, my eleven-year-old approached me with a deal. If he kept his room clean for three months, we'd buy him a snake. My husband agreed. I said, "Okay." Never thinking he could actually do it. Well, the picture tells the tale. The little bugger did exactly that! Yuck! Here' my youngest, holding Flash, a ball python. Good grief. I held the snake in the pet store. My insides quivered the whole time, but I figured if the thing was going to be living in my house, I had to get over my fear. He's amazingly docile and very inquisitive. As long as he stays away from my face, I'm okay. The worst part is...once my husband found out the price of pinky mice that we needed in order to feed Flash, he decided to breed his own food. We now have mice in the garage. I absolutely refuse to allow them in the house. Good luck critters when summer comes. can I use this in a story?


Winter said...

OH, you're braver than me. No way would something that slithers be in my house, no matter what deal my boys brokered.

Have fun!

LC said...

ROFL (I can actually hear you when it was happening :) )...I can't believe you guys okay'd it...but it's awesome that he accomplished that...and that you guys followed through on your word :) NO WAY that deal would have passed through this house :)Who knows...this could be the kick off to a whole new line of stories...esecially if that thing escapes :) Hugs from all of us...we love you! :)