Okay, you all asked for it 
lots of boring accounts of Anna’s life 
Starting with Twig 
Remember I got two snakes? Well the pink one Candy is a little belter. She (remember - she’s pink *nods sagely* so she must be a girl) eats up her little pinkies really well. She sniffs it all over, tries to take it into her mouth, realises that sideways isn’t such a good idea, sniffs again, circles around it several times and then takes it into her mouth head first. She has really grown in the last month, so much so that she has shed one skin already.
Twig doesn’t even sniff his dinner, he completely ignores the pinky and curls up at the opposite end of his feeding tub, making a dash for escape when I lift the lid. He’s now refused his dinner for an entire 4 weeks which is an awful long time for a 3 month old snake. He’s getting skinny now, so skinny that we’ve re-named him Twiggy after the famous waif-like English model from the ’60s. If he doesn’t start eating soon he’ll never be a Branch let alone be re-named Trunk. hahaha
So poor Twiggy has gone back to the snake shop to be monitored as they try to get him feeding again. If he doesn’t I will have to swap him for Twig II Not a great start to my snake wrangling days is it.
Talking of snake wrangling I was in a complete flap the other day. I was watching some TV on UKGold and Twig was up my sleeve curled in my armpit where it was nice and warm, I could feel him so I wasn’t worried I would lose him….until I couldn’t feel him anymore. Ooops. I took my top off, I checked behind the cushion, I checked down the side of the sofa, oh no, he was on the floor perhaps!? In an old Victorian terrace believe me you do not want to lose a snake. My neighbour still hasn’t forgiven me for the time one of our mice popped over to say hello.
I checked the floor, under the sofa, everywhere, carefully stepping around like a cat with a bad smell under his nose because I didn’t want to stand on him. I couldn’t find him…anywhere. Then I felt something in my hair. I checked in the mirror and there was Twig clinging on like a drunken Tarzan. I have that much hair I couldn’t even feel a snake in it!!! So after my Medusa impression and trying to disentangle a dizzy snake I really could do with him eating and growing a bit to make spotting a brown snake in a brown co-ordinated living room….or brown hair…a LOT easier.
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HAHAHA .. I lost my snakes too years ago, they used to curl up in my jumper over my jeans on my lower back. I got so used to them sleeping there I sometimes forgot they were there. One afternoon we had family round for dinner (the posh side lol) and my mum said, get the snakes back in their tank because we have to hide them away for the rest of the day.
I saunter over went to get the snakes - no snakes. Oh crap were we pooping ourselves. A whole hour later we still couldnt find the snakes, the door bell was ringing and I went to answer whilst my mum had a final panick attack on wondering where the heck my snakes had gone.
As I opened the door two snake heads popped out the end of my sleeve and well I guess you can imagine what happened .. they all fell backwards off the steps on to their arses, ran in their cars and disappeared ….The “posh side” have never spoken to us since LOL
I thought your hair was black!
It is Tim, but I was using artistic license…brown, brown, brown makes a better illustration than brown, brown, black. Never let the truth get in the way of a good story
Now thats not boring at all. In fact i love it. Would of loved to have see Twig either curled up in your armpit or in your hair and thank god you didn`t have to answer the door with him in your hair lol
…And a good story it is. (But how about some matching black snakes, Medusa?)