Rejoice with me! My missing pet snake has been found!
My life has recently been one long stress-fest, with the holiday activities & responsibilities in Dec, all Jan preparing for and working the poultry tent at our county fair, and today, the first day after the close of the fair, Mister comes home from work with the sad news that he's been terminated.
I spent the rest of the day in a numb haze, still trying to begin to catch up on allll the neglected tasks around the place, and I guess that's why I forgot to snap all the latches on one of the snake tanks after giving them their mice. We have four red corn snakes that live 2 to a tank out on our patio, and I maintain a small mouse ranch to feed them.
A half hour later I went back out to the patio to see if all the mice had been eaten and was heartbroken to see that I'd neglected to snap all the latches on one of the tanks and that my prettiest and favorite snake, Bungee, had slithered out.
This was the final straw that made me cry. The kids & I looked all around the patio (which is filled with boxes & crud, providing about a million hiding places for a snake) hoping we might find him. They were even calling "Bunnngeee!" as if he'd come crawling back at the sound of his name.
And we prayed & hoped for a miracle, convinced that God knew where this snake was, and certain that He could cause our pet to return, if He willed it. I left a desk lamp turned on out there, to make a warm spot to lure Bungee back. Then I poured a tumbler of my cheap emergency wine and went to drink it in the shower.
While I was in the shower, I got a feeling -- God's voice? -- that we should keep checking out on the patio at random intervals, in case Bungee reappeared. I told my middle son to go out & look while I was showering, but he didn't see anything.
But when I got out of the shower, I went to the patio myself -- !!!
AND
FOUND
BUNGEE !!!
He was crawling from one box to another, and I was easily able to pick him up. Oh, what sweet relief, what a blessing, what gratitude & appreciation we feel, for God's miracle, for the return of our favorite snake. He's securely latched back in his tank, coiled together with his roommate Argyle, and this is about all the intensity I can handle for one day. Good night!
My life has recently been one long stress-fest, with the holiday activities & responsibilities in Dec, all Jan preparing for and working the poultry tent at our county fair, and today, the first day after the close of the fair, Mister comes home from work with the sad news that he's been terminated.
I spent the rest of the day in a numb haze, still trying to begin to catch up on allll the neglected tasks around the place, and I guess that's why I forgot to snap all the latches on one of the snake tanks after giving them their mice. We have four red corn snakes that live 2 to a tank out on our patio, and I maintain a small mouse ranch to feed them.
A half hour later I went back out to the patio to see if all the mice had been eaten and was heartbroken to see that I'd neglected to snap all the latches on one of the tanks and that my prettiest and favorite snake, Bungee, had slithered out.
This was the final straw that made me cry. The kids & I looked all around the patio (which is filled with boxes & crud, providing about a million hiding places for a snake) hoping we might find him. They were even calling "Bunnngeee!" as if he'd come crawling back at the sound of his name.
And we prayed & hoped for a miracle, convinced that God knew where this snake was, and certain that He could cause our pet to return, if He willed it. I left a desk lamp turned on out there, to make a warm spot to lure Bungee back. Then I poured a tumbler of my cheap emergency wine and went to drink it in the shower.
While I was in the shower, I got a feeling -- God's voice? -- that we should keep checking out on the patio at random intervals, in case Bungee reappeared. I told my middle son to go out & look while I was showering, but he didn't see anything.
But when I got out of the shower, I went to the patio myself -- !!!
He was crawling from one box to another, and I was easily able to pick him up. Oh, what sweet relief, what a blessing, what gratitude & appreciation we feel, for God's miracle, for the return of our favorite snake. He's securely latched back in his tank, coiled together with his roommate Argyle, and this is about all the intensity I can handle for one day. Good night!
