My brother Owen breeds snakes. No, I’m not joking, and yes, I wish I were. He bought this huge-ass tank a while back intending to move this snake he was fostering, a giant Burmese Python names Bebe, in there.
Well, Bebe found a forever home before Owen was finished sprucing up the tank. Because my brother, love him though I do, is one of those guys who starts a project and then takes HALF A YEAR to finish it. Bebe is better off with those nice people at the Zoo, seriously. So the tank right now is just sorta sitting in Owen’s room, empty.
For some reason last weekend, my sister was home and we were both poking around Owen’s room while Owen blustered about like the bear of a dude he is, bellowing at us to get out of his room, and Helen crawled into the tank to both temporarily escape AND piss off our brother.
I was tempted to find a way to seal off the missing wall of the tank and leave her in there. My sister is a menace. Society would thank me.