Oh yeah...it was my time. As a card carrying member of Bite Club (we do not TALK about bite club!), it was bound to happen...

Came home yesterday to a a very large and empty burmese python cage, door lock on the floor, sliding glass door slid over a couple of inches...


*HEART ATTACK!*


Granted, I thought, it can't be too bad finding a 12' big yellow snake. I ran downstairs where I had seen my cat Nicky, grabbed him, who thankfully was still alive and not in said big snake's belly, and started hyperventilating. Thinking of where I was going to stuff the cat while I searched...first thinking the downstairs bathroom (checked first for the snake) and then thought of the upstairs bathroom where his litter box and food were.

I'm gripping Nicky now so tightly he's wailing (cats are such whiners). I race back upstairs and think as I'm passing the snake nook on my way to Nicky's bathroom "Lourdes has got to be near his cage" and look behind the cages - no Lourdes.

As I turn around to take Nicky to his bathroom, who do I see coiled underneath a table, sleeping and cold, not 4' from his cage?



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Moral of the story, kids...ALWAYS double check those locks.