*Facepalm*

Dear Sam The Bastard, you are a rat snake. Specifically, a yellow rat snake (Elaphe obsoleta quadrovittata) - and in the wild, your diet would consist, mainly, of rats.

That's why you're called a rat snake.

So when I put a nicely defrosted, warmed up weaner rat in your cage, you're supposed to eat it. Eat it with the same gusto and lack of table manners you exhibit when I give you mice or chicks. Get it?

Not hide behind your bloody water bowl and cower!

...

Stupid snake.

In other news, the royals fed today (I'm amazed, I only brought them home yesterday and was expecting at least a month of hunger strike), and the hatchling corn I was going to give to my sister for her birthday has caused a row in their household. Because her husband isn't keen on snakes, and is apparently throwing a hissy fit about having another one in the house.

Stupid man.

Also, I am driving down to Southampton tomorrow to see Zico, and of course now I can't sleep. Bah.

Byee!

OK, off to Southampton in a couple of minutes, hopefully to meet up with the boys before the gig! If not then bugger it, I has a hotel (in the right sodding place this time), I has a lift in and back to the gig, I'll manage. Southampton tonight, London tomorrow, then Bristol and home, poo.

God knows when I'll make it back online, so y'all be good while I'm gone!