In Which I Almost Die (Again)
Remember last week when I announced my snake was hungry and needed to eat? I finally went today and bought him Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner.
Back at home, I had to get the Gladiator Arena from the storage room. Every time I get the Arena, I quickly drop it on the dryer and inspect it for spiders. I do this with just about everything that is in any kind of place that could even remotely be construed as a spider haven (anything in the garage, shoes I haven't worn in a while, strange boxes in strange places). Last time the Arena was safe for handling, but this time there was a wee tiny spider in the upper corner. Naturally, being a coward, I had to run and get my fearless leader, Johanna, and have her exterminate the blighter for me. She almost brought the bug spray, but I told her she wasn't allowed to spray in the box where my snake was going to be eating his three meals for the month.
She eliminated the threat for me (although it tired valiantly to preserve its life), making the Arena safe to transport to my room.
I always put Vyx in the box first, because I do not want to touch a hungry snake with mouse scent on my hand. That seems like a terrible idea in so many ways. So I placed him in the arena carefully and went to grab the mice bag.
I should mention that I was on the phone with Momma while all this was going on, making me marginally distracted, which did not work out in my favour. Since I had three mice to be sacrificed, I had to be careful about grabbing only one out of the bag. Unfortunately for me, two kept trying to come out instead of just one, and I was trying to get only one out one-handed, while chatting with Momma.
What I did not see in my peripheral vision was Vyx getting ready to strike.
I did, however, see him strike.
It very much so startled me. Here I am, holding a bag of three mice over the Gladiator Arena housing my very hungry Vyx, not paying any attention to what I'm doing because my mind is on my conversation. But once he struck, he had all my attention. I screamed, dropped the phone, dropped the bag of mice, and suddenly had Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner to recapture. Breakfast was easy to grab; he was closest, so I picked him up and threw him in the Arena to keep my snake occupied. Dinner wasn't too difficult either, and was easily scooped up. Lunch, on the other hand, tried to make a break for it. I was worried he'd dash behind my plastic-drawers-that-act-as-dresser and then I'd never find him ever again until he died and stank up the room and I had to find his carcass, which would, of course, be surrounded by dead spider carcasses, because that's just the kind of luck I have.
Lucky for me fate was shining in my favour, so it was only with minimal chasing that I was able to reclaim this fightin' mouse.
I finished my sacrifices.
I picked the phone back up and finished my conversation with Momma.
I decided I'm never holding a mouse bag anywhere near the Gladiator Arena ever again.
And now I'm continuing on with life as if I never felt my heart leap into my throat.
"I'm making perfect sense. You're just not keeping up." ~~The Doctor, 5.8
Back at home, I had to get the Gladiator Arena from the storage room. Every time I get the Arena, I quickly drop it on the dryer and inspect it for spiders. I do this with just about everything that is in any kind of place that could even remotely be construed as a spider haven (anything in the garage, shoes I haven't worn in a while, strange boxes in strange places). Last time the Arena was safe for handling, but this time there was a wee tiny spider in the upper corner. Naturally, being a coward, I had to run and get my fearless leader, Johanna, and have her exterminate the blighter for me. She almost brought the bug spray, but I told her she wasn't allowed to spray in the box where my snake was going to be eating his three meals for the month.
She eliminated the threat for me (although it tired valiantly to preserve its life), making the Arena safe to transport to my room.
I always put Vyx in the box first, because I do not want to touch a hungry snake with mouse scent on my hand. That seems like a terrible idea in so many ways. So I placed him in the arena carefully and went to grab the mice bag.
I should mention that I was on the phone with Momma while all this was going on, making me marginally distracted, which did not work out in my favour. Since I had three mice to be sacrificed, I had to be careful about grabbing only one out of the bag. Unfortunately for me, two kept trying to come out instead of just one, and I was trying to get only one out one-handed, while chatting with Momma.
What I did not see in my peripheral vision was Vyx getting ready to strike.
I did, however, see him strike.
It very much so startled me. Here I am, holding a bag of three mice over the Gladiator Arena housing my very hungry Vyx, not paying any attention to what I'm doing because my mind is on my conversation. But once he struck, he had all my attention. I screamed, dropped the phone, dropped the bag of mice, and suddenly had Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner to recapture. Breakfast was easy to grab; he was closest, so I picked him up and threw him in the Arena to keep my snake occupied. Dinner wasn't too difficult either, and was easily scooped up. Lunch, on the other hand, tried to make a break for it. I was worried he'd dash behind my plastic-drawers-that-act-as-dresser and then I'd never find him ever again until he died and stank up the room and I had to find his carcass, which would, of course, be surrounded by dead spider carcasses, because that's just the kind of luck I have.
Lucky for me fate was shining in my favour, so it was only with minimal chasing that I was able to reclaim this fightin' mouse.
I finished my sacrifices.
I picked the phone back up and finished my conversation with Momma.
I decided I'm never holding a mouse bag anywhere near the Gladiator Arena ever again.
And now I'm continuing on with life as if I never felt my heart leap into my throat.
"I'm making perfect sense. You're just not keeping up." ~~The Doctor, 5.8