More of the same this evening: fun with snakes. I got both my female and male each a large domed structure for Xmas that they apparently positively love now. Neither of them had a hiding place that had just one opening before, and that seems to make all the difference to a snake. To Royal Pythons, at least.
I don’t think I’ve ever achieved so much contentment and satisfaction from caring for another animal (people included) that I have for these serpents. Changing their water alone is an adventure and their cryptic behavior shrouds everything they do in a veil of mystery. It’s like seeing the sunset through the eyes of a cloud: you never get the full picture, which is an experience I enjoy.
And they both have large skulls for each of their terrariums, which to me symbolize lurking, grinning inevitability. And for better or worse, I always hear their voices in my head with the same style in which Sterling Holloway delivered Kaa the Indian Rock Python’s lines in Disney’s original adaptation of Kipling’s “Jungle Books”. The sibilant “s’s” delivered with force, then trailing away as if the snake projects his voice away from himself and into his environment. Until his soothing, yet omen-laced voice resonates in the very air around him...
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