Flowers are blooming.
Grass is growing.
Bikes are cruising up and down the driveway.
And Matthew is hunting.
Before you start singing with the birds and thinking that this is just another "fairy tales can come true" post, keep reading...
When I clicked "upload," this picture became as big as life on my computer screen! I yelled, "EWWWWWW!" so loud that Joel came to see what had alarmed me so terribly. My toes were curled and my legs raised under this desk! I can't even stand to look at these things.
"What's in there?" you may ask.
Remember I risk my life to bring you the news around here. So, just for you, here goes....
Soooo creepy! I hate 'em. I really do.
Just look at those eyes.
As soon as Matthew captured him, he came running inside to retrieve a book. He had to read about his habitat, his diet, his favorite music. -ok not the last one.
Matthew learns the best when he is out there..."one with nature. " He read that garter snakes like small toads.
So, off he went to find some poor, innocent, little baby toads. It wasn't long before he found not one, but two. -Double the death, double the snack, double chin for Mr. Snake. When he dropped the first toad in, the snake wasted no time. He lunged at the toad, and lapped him up. Then he burped and said, "Thankssssssssssssss." -just a little snake humor there for ya. The sick thing was every time the snake's tongue went out, you could see little, toady remnants on it. -ohh, gag. I'm gagging myself. (Sorry, Mom.) We didn't actually see him eat the second one, but let's just say that the other little guy went m.i.a.
After all that death, Matt laid down next to the cage, and watched the bulge in the snake's belly move down his long disgusting, slithery body. He wanted to watch the toad digest. -So sick....so repulsive...so morbid....and, so boy!
So long. I successfully grossed myself out with this one.