Somehow, somewhere, Susan got the idea that owning a pet snake would be cool.
"But snakes are creepy," I said.
"They don't make noise, they don't shed, and they don't eat much" Susan countered.
"But the cost!" I said.
"I'll pay for everything," Susan promised.
"I am so not cleaning up after a snake." I stated.
"Don't worry, I'll do everything!" Susan caressed.
What could I say to that? "Go ask your dad what he thinks," I said.
I thought I had her with that one.
He said yes.
I told him later, "You know that voice you heard in the back of your head, screaming 'NO! Don't do it! Noooooooo!'? That was me."
"I didn't hear anything," said he, with an almost too innocent look on his face.
Obviously I need to work on my telepathy skills.
What happened to the united parenting front we agreed on? What happened to the "I'll talk it over with mom" stalling tactic?
He said yes.
Susan began researching online, deciding what kind of snake she wanted, learning about habitat and food requirements, costs etc.
Saturday, I took Susan out yard sale-ing, looking for a cheap terrarium. I didn't expect to find anything the first time out. This was just an exploratory trip to gauge costs. I was half hoping that Susan would see how much equipment costs would be compared to her meager cash stash, decide she couldn't afford it, and treat her mother to ice cream instead.
I had forgotten that I was with the luckiest child in the world, the psychic who not only reads minds, but also has a knack for being in just the right place at the right time. Thus it happened that at the second, yes SECOND, stop on our list, we found a nice big glass and steel terrarium, with heat lamp, heat rock, thermometer, and knarly driftwood included, for a measly TEN DOLLARS. It was simply too good to pass up. Susan handed over Mr. Hamilton, and the 4 foot long glass box was loaded into the car.
Happily, we went home (one of us was happier than the other) to set up and prepare the enclosure for habitation. I envisioned Susan saving up her shekels for a few weeks, meanwhile learning how to regulate the temperature to the desired levels, and then buying the snake sometime in June. But no, Dad came through with a paternal loan, and by Saturday night the terrarium was complete with wood chips, water dish, more rocks and branches, and ready for the reptile.
Monday evening, Tom and Susan brought home Reggie, a new baby corn snake.
Awwwwwwww, isn't she cuuuuuuute?
Maybe this snake thing will be ok. Susan is in hock for about 70 bucks worth of equipment, food, and of course, the snake. I've got my own personal slave until the debt is paid. Permit me a cruel chuckle. Mwhahahahaha!