I am afraid of mice. I have never liked them. But I did have a snake...that ate mice. One day I went to feed the snake and the mouse got away from me and was loose in my room. I ran out of the room, shut the door and went to tell mom we had a serious problem. She wanted to know what I was going to do about it and being brilliant I said I was going to let the snake out in my room for awhile and when he was lumpy I'll know he got the mouse. Simple. I'm afraid of mice but mom was terrified of snakes. This idea didn't go over well. Mom said if I let the snake out she was letting the cat in to kill my poor hated on snake. We found the mouse shortly after that and then shortly after that mom gave my snake away. :(
That was not my first pet snake. It was actually my second. This one was just alive. When I was little we lived on a ranch in the country. This first snake had been run over in the drive way by my uncles truck. It was just laying there in the drive way for my to pick it up and claim it as mine. I played with it for a couple of days before mom had had enough. She told me to go get a jar from grandma to put the snake in and to go bury it in the orchard. So I did that. But being 5 and learning in sunday school that all animals go to heaven I needed to see it for myself. The next day I went back to make sure the snake did in fact go to heaven. It haden't so I opened the jar, tool the snake out, wrapped it around my neck and went to play. Again, I was 5. I buried it every night and dug it up everyday for a week. Finally the smell got to mom. She told dad "the snake has got to go to heaven TONIGHT!" So after I was asleep mom and dad got flashlights and went in the orchard to find the burial spot. After a long time they found it. I guess they thought grandma would want her jar back so they dug another hole, uncapped the jar and dumped the snake in. The smell was so bad by this point they were both wretching bad. They then reburied the jar in the old hole and went to bed. The next day mom waited for me to go find my snake but I didn't. In fact I didn't look for it all week. Finally mom asked me what happened to my snake and I ran to find out. After all that the snake finally went to heaven! Miracles do happen!
And I can still smell the snake to this day.
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ReplyDeleteI had a lizard, on a nonday he died, in morning, I had him for years, but I still fell like he was tiny yesterday, my little lizard,. I hope you are having a good hunting in heaven.. Liz....he died of. Tumor on his.... Eye, and we, I , could have saved him, but my mom said that they would do nothing and that it was too late but I did not believe it I kept trying to convince her but she didn't listen my poor little lizard Liz
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