Snakey

The boys enjoyed going with their dad to the track to gate break horses. One day a gallop boy found a corn snake and gave it to the boys in an instant coffee jar. They were so proud and happy, unlike their mother. I hate snakes!

That was when terrariums were popular, so "Snakey" was given a home therein, and I promised them if he got loose I would be forced to eliminate him in self defense. So, who got to stop at the pet store and buy baby mice for Snakey - yep, me. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, one time they only had baby mice that had white fur on them. Most of the time they were still naked and it didn't bother the boys, but this time they cried and didn't want Snakey to eat the baby mice. While I secretly prayed that this would be Snakey's last night in our home, I explained to the boys that if they were going to have Snakey, they would have to feed him, white mice or not, or let him go. They chose to keep the mice and let him go. Amen. I got their dad up from a sound sleep to take Snakey outside, with proper parting ceremony, and turn him loose.

Ah, life was better - no snake, just two white mice. Be careful what you wish for.