At First It Was Creepy

Sarah, one of our granddaughters, is into everything animals, especially reptiles. A couple of years back she and her boyfriend were rearing a herd of lizards and a young boa in an apartment, actually hatched out a few offspring. In the midst of this activity a neighbor set off a fire alarm and everyone was hustled into the winter street in their robes and whatnot.

Without a doubt, the project was being done on the sly until Chase, the boyfriend, asked a fireman who soon they could go back in because they “snakes and shit up there”. I didn’t learn the outcome of Chases’ announcement, but her fascination with the cold-blooded creatures is on the wane. All but one have either been re-homed or have perished, and her mother watches over Jack, as we have come to know him.

I’ve become better acquainted with Jack. This morning he was asleep, but when I spoke to him he quickly cocked his head to see if I’d brought him crickets, or if I was just wasting his time. I was doing the latter. So I took the opportunity to snap his likeness.

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The gray filmy stuff on his head is his new wardrobe.

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One thought on “At First It Was Creepy

  1. Every year I have several snakes in late spring. This year I boxed one up and went looking for someone at the local Animal a Control Shelter to give me the low-down (is this reptile poisonous?).

    I have to admit, lizards interests me, too. As children, our mother would send us out at dusk to catch lizards. She wanted them inside the house at night so that they could eat the Mosquitos and spiders.

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