Did you know snake poo stinks?
I mean REALLY stinks. Not the overwhelming stink of, say, a cat's litter box, but a wetter, musty, fill the room quickly kind of stink.
I never really noticed before, because Francis' tank was in the living room by a window, but now that is in our bedroom with a a closed door all the time you can really smell that smell. OoooO that smell. Can't you smell that smell?
In other news, watching Francis eat is really gross. His head is so very tiny, but he still manages to split his face open and cram a rat in there. It's craziness to the second degree (clearly not the the third, though)!
catch phrase attempt #2:
Get offa my lawn!
maybe?
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