So, as most of you know, I am a snake owner. I love snakes - I think they're beautiful, sleek, very misunderstood creatures.
Anyway, my snake's name is Phyl. This could be short for Phyllis or Phyllip - its an androgenous name because snakes are very hard to sex. I've had Phyl for about two years now and he's gotten very long and very fat. He's my buddy. I handle him often, the kids handle him, Kayla's friend handle him, and he's generally a pretty cool snake.
Until this time.
I bought him a beautiful brand new 15 gallon aquarium because he's too big for his old 5 gallon one. I got him new bedding, new river rocks, and put his plant and pond in there. I was all proud of myself.
So I take Phyl out like I usually do when its time to put his food in there, which, by the way, is live rosie fish. I held him for a while, letting him go in and out of my fingers, when I noticed he had some white shiney stuff on his head. Ew? So being the mom I am, I grabbed a paper towel and moistened it with warm water, and ran it over his whole body.
Now, ribbon snakes rarely bite I've read, but when they're really hacked they'll "musk" - nasty smelling stuff will come out of them, which is harmless. You just wash it off and go on with your business. Well, Phyl "musked" and yeah it was nasty. Then I noticed his little mouth open and freaked - he was trying to bite me!
The little S***!
He finally did get ahold of me, and I was freaked and yelling and screaming and shaking and the whole fandamily came to my aid, sorta. More like, they watched, mouths agape, as I freaked out over my snake.
I was so hurt and upset that I didn't realize I'd put him in his old cage. Tearful, bleeding, I put his fish in his pond and grabbed the thickest winteryest sock I could find so I could pick him up and relocate him. I'm so glad I took that precautionary measure, because the little craphead dug into that sock, through the sock to my skin...and wouldn't let go! I lowered him tail-first into the tank and he hung there, attached to the sock for a good two minutes before he let go.
He's not a rattlesnake, so there's no fangs there, just a gazillion little needle-like razor sharp teeth that hurt like a monkey when they get ya. You can't even see the bite on my finger anymore.
Needless to say, the female that I am, I took it personally. WAY personally. He's never been aggressive or mean before, ever. I've let tiny children handle this snake. He pooped on Kayla's friend, but that was the worst that's ever happened.
He didn't eat his last batch of fish, and he hasn't touched this one. He's not shedding, but he keeps rubbing his snout on everything like it itches. I'm hoping that's why he got so nippy.
Anyone out there own a western ribbon? I can't figure out why he got so nasty.
There ya go - the pathetic low-light of my weekend. Bitten by my own snake. Now you see why I live vicariously through my friends.