Today a man came round to fix my gas. When he expressed horror at my “slimy” snakes I offered to show him that they were not, in fact, slimy but lovely and smooth.
With hindsight, I realised exactly what I did wrong. First I showed the gas man my Beardies, then the Leopard Gecko and then the Corn snake. Last, but by no means least, I got out HarriParri who thought about it and then decided my little finger was lunch! It didn’t hurt at all but unfortunately he wouldn’t let go and curled himself round my arm and was really trying to eat me.
The poor man was in a dreadful state and was offering all sorts of bizarre suggestions. As this had never happened to me before I wasn’t sure what to do and in the end had to show him out with HarriParri still attached to my hand and arm. It was actually a very funny and embarrassing moment but did nothing for the popularity of snakes I’m afraid.
Ten minutes passed and I was still being eaten alive. I really didn’t have a clue what I should do and I didn’t want to hurt my snake. Then I remembered the mail-order man that I get my herp equipment from and rang him – he lives a few hundred miles away. He said I should put my hand in tepid water and cover his head so he couldn't breath. I wasn't at all happy about doing it but didn't seem to have any other option. Thankfully it worked and HarriParri is none the worse for wear in spite of my stupidity and my finger only has four holes in it! Lesson learned!
Colleen

