Sunday, February 06, 2005
Upon returning from my trip to Hungary this weekend, cleaning the snake cage was high on my wife’s list of "Honey Do's". Nothing brings you back down to earth like cleaning the snake cage. My wife and sons draw the line at feeding Mr. Snaky. It is my responsibility to clean the cage. For those of you who have never had the pleasure, snake cages smell something like... well the smell is indescribable.
Mr. Snaky is my only reptile pet. I want more but have been reluctant to buy any because Mr, Snaky bites so damn much. I have been bitten on the nose, fingers, cheeks, and ear. I love my snake, I really do, but he thinks I'm food. Mr. Snaky is also a “Musker”. His main defense mechanism is to spray musk from his anus when frightened. Trust me; you do not want to get any on your pants. Your dog will go crazy.
Mr. Snaky is an Albino King snake. He eats three to four mice every two weeks or one large rat ever three weeks. The rats scream like babies while they die. Of course, nobody told me this, or else I would have bought gold fish.
Mr. Snaky is expected to live for 20 to 30 years.