While I was moving camping equipment down in the basement yesterday in preparation for a weekend away, I found a shed snakeskin. It was pretty big. "Uh oh," I thought.
Then I looked up and saw 5" of tail sticking out from behind a piece of wall. I must confess, I seriously considered not telling Ellie and just letting him be -- obviously he is/was thriving! But he's not, technically, my snake. So I took a deep breath, and called her.
To her credit, she worked for about 1/2 hour, with an ice pack, a long sleeved jacket, and a lot of patient tugging, enduring being hissed at and even snapped at once, and she's got her Zipper back.
Sigh.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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Ellie looks very proud to have recaptured Zipper. He looks very healthy and makes a fine choker.
Does your daughter know how lucky she is to have a mom who would let her have a snake?
And I thought it was just me. LOL. My 12 yo says "way to go".
Yay Zipper! I probably shouldn't mail you George, the 6+ foot rat snake from the backyard, then. That's ok. He might eat the chickens. :-)
What a cool snake!
Oh, my. Was this in the job description when you signed on to motherhood?
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