I have decided that I want a python, but not just any python. A python big enough to eat a cat or small dog. That would make life a whole lot easier. No dumb cats + no yippy dogs = paradise.
My uncle used to have a ball python. I was really little then, and I don't remember much, but I do remember them handing it to me and letting it slither in and out of my fingers. It was the coolest sensation, almost like slimy, but snakes don't slime. They work their scales back and forth to make them move. I asked my dad if we could have one and he just laughed at me. But someday, someday when I have money and a giant glass cage, I am raising one. I will feed it the bats from the attic. It will be the biggest and coolest snake in the world, and when it's big enough, I'm going to attach a harness to it (somehow) and sick it on all the little neighborhood dogs and cats who terrorize our own.
*sigh*
Power is an amazing thing.
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