Escapee!

Thankfully, this is NOT the one that escaped because we actually paid MONEY for this one. Can you believe it? Me, either. 


The one that escaped was a prisoner these people I live with captured in the yard. 


I really should be more alarmed by the fact that there is, again, a snake loose in the house. Over the years, however, I have come to accept it as part of my fate. 


I have given up trying to understand them. 


After all, it's just not normal to want snakes as pets.


Do you know what they eat?


It's really disgusting.


They eat mouse-sicles. You know. Like popsicles, except with fur.


Guess where these tantalizing dainties are stored? 


MY FREEZER!!


How can this be okay with everyone, but me??


What is wrong with these people??


Shouldn't there be some formal separation between snake food and people food? I think they should have to buy a separate freezer so I don't have to see little vacuum-packed, white furry creatures with pink eyes staring back at me when I go to get a roast for dinner.


:)