Oct 03, 2012 12:44
Yesterday, my mother called me freaking out because there was a snake in her basement in a rat trap. I could barely understand her, so I went over there with my husband to "take care of it", in other words, dispose of it because I had assumed it was dead. Nope. It was actually stuck on those sticky traps for bugs and mice... It was still ALIVE!
Hubby and me felt terribly bad for the poor thing, took it to the animal hospital, and poor snakey became free! Thank goodness that nothing was wrong with it and us poor saps decided on keeping him.
So now I am the new owner of a pet corn snake!
Does this make me a Slytherin?
I told hubby that this could possibly give me an opportunity to learn how to speak Parseltongue. I figured he would just roll eyes in an extravagant fashion, but instead he laughed and said that if anyone could find an English to Parseltongue dictionary, it would be me. And if not, I should just create one.
Interesting...
... a Parseltongue speaking, dictionary writing, Slytherin in love with Draco.
AWESOME!
By the way, the snake's name is Stickers, thanks to my Lightening McQueen obsessed son.
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