Snake
Bite
Last night the snake bit me. Cass hasn't been handling our pet ball
python as often as he should have. I felt sorry for her always being
in the aquarium, and took her out so she could slither around the
bed. Half an hour later, I put my hand out to touch her tail and she
went for the top of my thigh (dislocating her jaw for maximum coverage
of meaty area.) Her teeth are tiny (she's a constrictor) and made
little pin marks on the top of my thigh. This is my first snake bite
EVER. In a way, it's exciting (because the bite wasn't lethal and
not everyone can say they've been bitten by a snake. If she were venomous,
it would suck.) When she bit me, I let out a scream that probably
curdled milk within a four-mile radius of our home. Cass pried the
snake's teeth off my dermis. I made Cass wash the blood off my thigh.
Then he put neosporin and two bandaids on the wound. Cass handled
her a while longer so that she would get used to being handled, and
she nipped his hand. I told him that he needed to handle her more
often than only when he was dropping in a mouse. I wanted to put a
picture of my snake bite here but Cass said I shouldn't, because most
people are already afraid of snakes and this would only scare them
more.
Day 2
We've missed my window of opportunity and therefore will not post
a picture of my (now not as impressive-looking) snake bite here. Sorry
to disappoint, but feel happy for the fact that you won't have to
witness my hairy thigh. If I were to have to take a picture, I'd be
compelled to shave so thigh looks presentable. I'd probably cut my
thigh, and THAT cut would be worse than the snake bite. |
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