No, no... not by my precious little Hyde. I think I've been bitten by the dreaded Herp bug.

Symptoms include looking in the tanks at the pet store you're buying mice at.
Surfing snake sites at lunch time, not for the info but to see what's 'available'.
Figuring out how you can rearrange your living room to accomodate more totes.
Thinking of asking your spouse for another BP for christmas.

Oh no! Like a need another mouth to feed! Crap. I want another lovely snake to take care of. <sigh>

I think this accured last week sometime. Yeah, it was right after my two cocker spaniels got into the left over bag of halloween candy that my hubby left on the end table. Yes yes, I know chocolate can kill dogs, but this was the extreamly cheap stuff thats mostly wax and sugar. Still, they puked and pooped brown waxy stuff everywhere.

So, while I was scrubbing furiously I start saying thing like "I'm going ship those mutts off" (which will never happen, but when you scubbing puke and poop you say things). And, "Snakes don't eat chocolate and barf everywhere! Snakes don't shed fur everywhere! Snakes only eat once a week and poop even less! Snakes don't roll in poop they find in the back yard at 6am when your trying to go to work! We're getting rid of the dogs and getting more snakes!"

This is when I realized I had been bitten.

Lira <--(Who would never actaully get rid of her furry babies)