Critter’s Krib

I will let you know in advance that this post does not have a happy ending. I have been AWOL from the reptile forums that I visit for some time. I just haven’t had it in me to visit them lately. Hell, I have even thought of getting rid of most of my snakes. Lately, with the amount of stress that I have had to deal with, I have found it slightly relaxing to browse the forums, read posts and look at some of the pictures that are posted.

I stopped by a popular Red-Tail Boa forum this evening and one of the first posts I came across was from a friend of mine named Rick. I met Rick online about a year and a half to two years ago, when I purchased Razz (pictured below) from him.

She is a beautiful snake with a great disposition. Her mother was an F3 Albino named Aurora owned by Rick. Aurora ran into a bit of trouble within the last couple years. I believe she formed a cyst or something on her side and had to go through a couple surgeries before getting back to her normal self

You can see her scar in the picture above. Rick went through a very long recovery period with her. That scar was pretty much an open wound for the longest time, but he mended her back to health.

(This is the most recent photo of her with her last batch of babies)

Well, long story short.. apparently Rick was on his way to the vets with her in a duffel bag. He had run into a store to grab some coffee and when he came out she was gone. Somebody had reached in the open window and stolen the duffel bag. He spent several days papering the town with reward posters and scanning a ton of online ads hoping she would show up.

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Getting my hair cut into a mohawk was the only reason I was growing my hair out. I figured it was about time to get it started.

Yesterday while running a few errands, I turned around to look at Phoenix and he his fingers in his ears (like when you don’t want to hear something). At first I thought something was wrong, but he just sat there with a smile on his face. Then he would take one finger out of his ear and sit there for a second… almost as if he was listening to the difference it made. I scrambled to grab my phone to snap a picture, but by the time I had grabbed it, he was down to one ear. The picture is still cute, though.

This one just made me laugh (even more so after I saw the picture). His “shorts” look like full length trousers on him. This picture looks like he’s taking a leak.

Well, it wasn’t really a mountain, but I still got beat.

Today, George, Bovis, Mike, and myself awoke early (somewhat) and headed down to White’s on George Street for a lovely breakfast.

After that we headed to BedgeBury for some mountain biking. I used a rental bike, which pretty much turned out to be a piece of crap. I basically had to do the trails in one gear. It was rough. The bike was such a piece of shit, I ended up dropping out close to the end and taking a different path back to the lake. I crashed out for a bit by the lake while waiting for them to arrive. When they got back we all had lunch by the lake. It was nice. Between the crap bike and us being out late the night before… it was a rough day… but it was still fun.

… more later..

I am still slightly exhausted, but getting closer and closer to full functionality. The trip over was pretty painless, as the plane was pretty empty. I was able to stretch out across the entire row. Sadly the plane’s entertainment system was broken, which made the flight seem annoyingly long. They did, however, replace the movie with free alcohol, so it was a bit more bearable. One thing that did suck was the lack of power ports on the plane. Seriously?? It is 2008 you know?! I could have at least watched a couple of the movies I had on my laptop. Oh well.

The plane landed at Gatwick around 6am. Customs gave me the 3rd degree about my travels. Totally my fault though. When I was initially asked what I was in the UK for, I responded “sin and debauchery”. They apparently didn’t appreciate my humor. heheh. From there, it kind of went downhill. I picked up my luggage and phoned George. He said he would be there in about 1.5 hours. No biggie.. I’ll just have a bit of brekky and relax for a bit.

My phone isn’t working over here. So George had no way of contacting me, but after about 2 hours, I phoned him back. It went straight to voicemail, but I left a message that I would be at the Starbucks, etc..

Long story short… after playing phone tag for a bit, George rang back and caught me on the payphone. That’s when we figured out he was at Heathrow. Doh!!

I ended up taking a train down to Hastings and arrived just before George did.

more later… I’m off into town for a bit.

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