06.19.2004 :: 10:54 p.m.
the one with the dead snake
While I was out walking Buddy just now, I saw a dead snake. Someone ran it over. It was black with a silvery underbelly, all stretched out and sinuous and beautiful. I've never seen a dead snake before. It was really... well, horrible. I love snakes. I think they're gorgeous, fascinating creatures. I've never been afraid of them; my brother Jobe used to have some kind of snake (a ball python, I think?), and whenever I'd go over there he'd let me take it out of its tank thing and play with it. Which basically means that it would drape itself around my arm or over my neck. It was neat. I love the way they feel, and the way they move. I'm not sure I'd ever keep one as a pet, because I'm not fond of the idea of caging that kind of animal up, but I love seeing them out in nature.
Usually they're less dead, though. I like it better that way.
I was thinking, after I got over the shock of seeing a dead snake and managed to stop Buddy from going over and sniffing its corpse, that being run over must be extra-horrible for a snake. Because a snake is pretty much all spine, right? And this particular snake looked like it had only been squished in one area - kind of the tail-end of the middle. I guess you'd flatten internal organs and stuff, but if that didn't kill it, wouldn't it just lay there, paralyzed, until it eventually died somehow? Because if you break your spine you can't just jump up and run off, for the most part. And it's not like a snake can use its arms to pull itself out of harm's way. So it would just... urg. I have to stop thinking about this. I'm making myself sad. And angry at the asshat who ran the poor thing over. Because people who don't stop for animals crossing the road deserve to be beaten to death with a spiky mace. I know it happens sometimes, and you can't prevent it (case in point: my rabbit run-over), but I have a hard time believing that it's unavoidable EVERY time, you know?
Anyway. Tomorrow is Father's Day, and we children are gathering at Adam's (my brother, not my boyfriend... of course) for dinner with Dad. He's having a really bad time with all of this, so I'm glad we're actually getting together. I don't have a card or a present or anything, which I feel kind of bad about... but I have no money with which to purchase these things. I was going to make him cookies, but we don't have chocolate chips, and again, no money. I suck. But I guess the important part is just being there, right? The Kids must band together to support The Dad in times of need.
I had dinner at Adam's dad's house tonight, which was fun. Meghan and Olivia came up, since they were doing the Father's Day thing today instead of tomorrow. I totally love Olivia - she's the cutest baby ever. And she's so happy! She's like all the best parts of babies put together, with less of the bad stuff. Not that I'm going all maternal here or anything. She's just damn cute.
Besides, the whole "rising with the sun" thing that babies do? SO not my idea of a good time.
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