The idiots who work the herp section of my local PetCo dread seeing me come into the store because they know hell's coming with me.
[the store manager adores me so I don't worry about getting "banned"]
Last time I went in, the BP tank had a whopping 23% humidity level and the shedding snakes looked like shredded snakes.
I went looking for the twit who was working that night but he seemed to have 'disappeared'.
As I was driving out of the lot, I saw him walking around the back of the store.
I have to find out where he hides while I'm there.