I went into my local petstore today to get a rat pinkie for my new blood python. Outside, I noticed the Animal Control vehicle. The two officers were inside playing with the ferrets. When they left, I asked an employee what was up. "Oh, they caught an 8-foot Burmese wandering around in a neighborhood yesterday. They came in to get a rat for it." You know, you hear these stories, but you never expect them to happen in your own town. Why am I never the lucky one who finds these escaped or released snakes? I hope the former owner suffers a lot of bad karma for that. Here's to hoping that Burm gets a good home, but knowing what Animal Control is like around here, it's a slim chance.


