Every once in a while a Dry reminds you that it is always an adventure. Imagine if you will, a 6 foot cage divided into a 4' cage with an acrylic door and a 2' dark area with a wood door. A 7.5' Texas Indigo is coiled in the dark part after a meal a couple days earlier of about 8 chicks. A strange gurgling sound emanates from that part of the cage. I begin to investigate by opening the wooden door. Of course, before opening the door, my brain registers exactly what the sound is but does not send out a "Cease and Desist" order to my hand because we are not in the Hot Room with all the pointy snakes. So I open the door to find the tail propped against the top lip of the cage and spanning the entire opening so the vent is dead center. No sooner does my mind echo the word "CRAP!" than a stream of it is unleashed.
Ok, I admit it, I am impressed. I had to measure it and Chainsaw produced a spew of vile liquid that spanned 42"!
Of course, let's add some irony to this. He aimed for, and very effectively hit my bottle of Nolvasan. Showering a bottle of disinfectant in liquid crap. Ya gotta love Drys.
B W Smith
Indigos Forever
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