akonitony
Karma Ho
I don't have any reptile dreams, but here is a story that might help one of you out there reading some day. Many years ago, like back when the dead sea was only sick, I used to work at a pet store in Gainesville, Florida called Hogtown Herpetological Supply. They closed down some time later, and have recently reopened as Hogtown Reptiles in the same city. Anyway, I used to live in a loft up above the pet store, and at night would listen to the many noises of about 5,000 specimens we had on hand at any one time. We had arachnids, including death stalker scorpions, we had cobras, gaboon vipers, of which I had the wonderful experience of tubing one time with metronidazole to stiumulate appetite, and several 14-17' pythons along with everything in between. We even had Madagascar hissing cockroaches, with which we once had a gross-out contest to see who could get the most in their mouth. I didn't participate, but was very impressed with one of the young ladies who managed to get 9 in her os (Latin for mouth, hence, the expression P.O. for Per Os, as in NPO meaning Nil Per Os, or nothing by mouth).
Anyway, one night I was getting ready to hit the sack when I climbed up the ladder to my loft. As I was getting ready to pull back the covers, I noticed something move underneath them. Since we did have a spitting cobra on inventory, I figured better safe than sorry. I went back downstairs, found a set of safety goggles and a snake hook along with a bag, and went back up to bedside. After donning the goggles and getting in the best defensive position I could manage, I quickly flipped back the covers. There, curled up in a nice couple of loops was a friend from Australia, a jungle carpet python (I think they are from down under if I remember correctly - I have been out of the herp scene for about a decade, so please have patience with me as I actually do know a little bit about something, but just remembering causes my little brain to cramp and makes me crave gummy bears something fierce)
So there is my little story from way back when. Hope y'all enjoyed it and if you are going to bed with anything that could potentially cause injury or death, it is a word to the wise to always be prepared to find something in the bed you would like to have in a cage. Good day.
Anyway, one night I was getting ready to hit the sack when I climbed up the ladder to my loft. As I was getting ready to pull back the covers, I noticed something move underneath them. Since we did have a spitting cobra on inventory, I figured better safe than sorry. I went back downstairs, found a set of safety goggles and a snake hook along with a bag, and went back up to bedside. After donning the goggles and getting in the best defensive position I could manage, I quickly flipped back the covers. There, curled up in a nice couple of loops was a friend from Australia, a jungle carpet python (I think they are from down under if I remember correctly - I have been out of the herp scene for about a decade, so please have patience with me as I actually do know a little bit about something, but just remembering causes my little brain to cramp and makes me crave gummy bears something fierce)
So there is my little story from way back when. Hope y'all enjoyed it and if you are going to bed with anything that could potentially cause injury or death, it is a word to the wise to always be prepared to find something in the bed you would like to have in a cage. Good day.
