The Third Time Will Not Be A Charm

We have a pet snake. The term "pet" is being used quite loosely here. "Pet" generally implies some sort of mutual interaction, etc. There isn't a lot of snake-walking that gets done or holding of snake on one's lap or petting snake or letting snake lick one's face and give "kisses". However, Roxalana is not wild and living in our house against her or our wishes (well, maybe hers. Who could know?), so in that regard she's a "pet" versus a wild snake.

I'm glad I could clear that up.

Another aspect to interject quickly is that the deal was we could have Roxy as long as it was understood that I have no plans or desire to touch her, hold her, let her crawl all over me, feed her, take care of her in any way. Not going to be my job. The most I'm willing to do is go to the store and---blech---buy her food.

Which brings us to the mice. Roxy eats live mice. About every two weeks, she's fed two mice while I am far removed to another part of the house. How it works is that my husband tosses her a mouse while the other one remains in the closed box which is inside the bag. What has been known to happen, however--TWICE now, mind you--is that my husband tosses in first mouse, gets busy with something else and, um, forgets about second mouse. So a couple of nights ago, I walk into the room, my husband is working on his computer on the bed when all of a sudden, apropos of nothing, he shoos me from the room. "Go, go, you need to go out of here for a minute." I'm a little confused, to say the least, but I go back out into the living, wracking my brain as to what bee could've stung his behind. Well, turns out it wasn't a bee that that got him all abuzz but a mouse, skittering into our bedroom right behind me. My husband saw me come in, spotted the mouse making his escape from his box and into our room and knew I would be somewhat less than impressed.

Fastforwarding past the scramble to fetch mouse: mouse was recovered and then promptly met with the grim reaper (sorry, guy), and my husband felt pretty pleased with himself for wrapping up all those loose ends.

I can tell you that the next time Roxy gets fed, ole eagle eyes here is going to stand guard (not too close) and keep an eye on the door. There isn't going to be a third time!