mad_andy

Doris and Sam are due a feed today; they're both pacing the length of their vivs, eyeing me through the glass and pulling faces of Extreme Hunger. I've told Doris she can't have the lunch she can see in its little bag next to my computer until it's defrosted, but she's pouting.

Insofar as a snake can pout, of course.

Sam has actually been sitting in his water bowl, which is good to see.

Mind you, if he thinks he hates me now he's going to have hysterics on Saturday; we're taking all three snakes up to Pythons Lair to get them sexed. ( Oh man, he's really gonna enjoy that... )