today’s installment of “life with boys”…

… the tender fruit of my womb sheepishly asks me if he can have a snake for pet. Here is the conversation that followed:

The Boy: Can I have a pet snake?
Me: No, I don’t think you’re old enough for the responsibility.
The Boy: But what if I found it and it didn’t cost you anything?
Me: That is not the issue.
The Boy: Are you afraid of snakes?
Me: No.
The Boy: Good. Because I lost my pet snake.
Me: You don’t have a pet… wait. What?
The Boy: I was hiding it under my bed.
Me: [through clenched teeth] You mean to say there is a snake loose in the house?
The Boy: It’s OK really! I think the cat will eat it.

Oh joy. The only thing better than finding a live snake in your home is finding the mauled mutilated corpse of a snake in your home.

If you can identify the picture you may be a tree humping hippy.