The Joy of ................. Pets

And if you are as old as me, you might of thought that the rest of the title was going to read Sex not Pets, sorry to disappoint LOL. 

So the boy gets home from work yesterday, goes into the spare room to admire his new pet (Scar the fish) and check out the old pet (Reggie the snake). And yes I did say snake. I'm working and all I can here is no, no, no, Reggie, no. Naturally I tensed up no one likes to hear their child in distress, I say boy and child, but he is 21 LOL. Next thing he's out here, "Mum, Reggie isn't in his tank." eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, feet raised up from the floor as a shudder runs through me. It took 9 years for him to convince me to let him get a snake, and now it's missing. 

He's running around like a chook with his head cut off, and I'm thinking, not my room, not my room. He asks me to help look, and I said as soon as I'm on a break I will, he's pissed off about that but I figure that's an hour for him to find Reggie without me having to help. Cause no way do I want to be searching the house for a stray snake. 

After ripping apart the room and checking outside the house (yeh don't ask no idea why he'd think Reggie would just be sitting at the door waiting to come inside), still no sign of him. I realised the one good thing (if you can call it good) is that the snake cannot get outside, the gap under the doors is non existent and unless he grew hands with opposable thumbs while we weren't looking, they can't be opened. 

The clock is ticking closer and closer to my break, my feet are starting to cramp, and my palms are getting all sweaty. I do not want to search for a snake, I want to sit down and relax during my short break. 

Just before I go on break, I hear the boy shout, "There you are you bloody bastard." My heart started to beat again, and I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered my cramping feet to the floor. 

Finally on my break I walked up to the spare room, only to see the fake foam rock decoration that was on the back of the tank, broken up and strewn all over the floor. The boy proceeded to rant, "Fucking bastard, fucking etc" pretty sure you get the picture. He'd spent the night previous sealing up all the gaps in the foam to stop Reggie from getting behind the wall, only for Reggie to find some tiny little gap and work his way into it. He was down the very bottom of the wall, almost like he'd fallen down and there was no way that we could imagine him being able to get back out. 

So snake found, fake wall destroyed, Scar seemed to be almost laughing as he swam in his tank. Boy pissed off, me relieved. All is well once more LOL. 


Catch yas
Cathy