And then…Snek food

Dictated by C.

We bought some mice for my snake, Tails, I mean Stripes. And we get the mice out of the box and A comes around and says, “They are so cute, the dead, little, frozen mice.” And then, we have to feed it to the snake; the first time he doesn’t like it.

When we went to our cousin’s house, Mommy said that “we may have to chop the mouse in half and possibly squish it.”

We put it on its water dish and it’s gross. A few days later we found a mouse tail in his cage, yep, just a mouse tail. And then we fed him again, another mouse tail. We found a few mouse tails.

He also makes tunnels in his substrate. And then…we finally saw him for the first time, he was on top of his thermometer all curled up. When our babysitter came he was on the thermometer and he was on it again. The last time he was on his cave and I was like that’s how he gets onto his clock. He doesn’t like people touching him and he’s scared of everyone—even when they are on the phone.

And then I finally saw him trying to escape. Then he tries to slither up it, but he’s like “EEeeee” and falls over.