Originally Posted by Punkymom
It's 2 a.m. I'm in an extremely deep sleep, dreaming freely. Out of the quiet darkness comes a sound like non other I have ever heard. It was a horribly strained, gargling, splattering, shooting sound. I really cannot describe it properly. I shot up in bed, instantly aware that it had come from the snake rack in my room. I fought to just go back to sleep but the longer I lay there the more aware I became. The more aware I became the more I realized that I really should check on my snakes. I had convinced myself in that 2 a.m. stupor that one of my snakes had surely exploded. Logic does not come in to play at that time of night, so I stumble out of bed and turn on the light. I start from the top and slowly begin to open tubs, bracing for the impact of seeing one of my beloved animals upside down and dead. Boy, I'm telling you that there's nothing like suspense in the middle of the night. In the third tub down I found it. My sweet, little Spider girl, Luna, lying peacefully looking very content while behind her lay the culprit. Poop. She had shot poop from the front of her tub all the way to the back of it and it splattered EVERYWHERE! Well I'm certainly glad she feels better! Good grief! I'm going to buy that girl some Beano, for sure! I should probably buy myself some earplugs, too. This is ridiculous!
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