“All great truths begin as blasphemies.”
(George Bernard Shaw)
…was earlier this week. September 30, in case you missed it. Mark your calendars; it’s never too early to start planning for IBD  2015.
Your religion, to me, is like a penis. It’s okay if you have one, but please don’t whip it out in public and wave it around, and DO NOT try to shove it down my children’s throats.
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Now that both K and Belle are away at college, MH and I have assumed the task of The Feeding of the Reptiles ® . This means that once every 7-10 days we thaw 3-4 frozen mice for T’Pol and Andy, our corn snake and ball python. While we were discussing the snake feeding schedule, MH recalled how we once bought a year’s worth of feeder mice,  for a much better cost per unit than can be had at the local pet supply stores, from an online supplier. MH did a search for bulk reptile food suppliers and found one company with an amusing (to us) assurance to potential buyers, via their FAQ section. (my emphases)
FAQ: How do you euthanize your feeder animals?
We euthanize our animals quickly and humanely with carbon dioxide (CO2), as recommended by the American Veterinary Medical Association panel on euthanasia, then tuck their legs and tails neatly underneath their bod y and freeze them immediately… CO2 ensures a humane, quick and painless death for the animals and leaves no harmful residual chemicals that may harm the animal ingesting the prey item….
Imagine, having that for your job title: euthanized mouse leg and tail tucker.
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If you are enjoying the topic of snake feeding half as much as I am, then I’m enjoying it twice as much as you. I may as well try to even things up by sharing a blast from the past:
☼ The Truncated, Possibly Non Sequitur-ial story of Mrs. S___, Reluctant Snake Charmer ☼
Mrs. S___ was my parents’ next door neighbor. To give you a sense of Mrs. S___, it helps to picture June Cleaver, or any other 1950s archetypal (read: fictional), Suburban Wife and Mother ® icon.
Like Mrs. Cleaver, Mrs. S___ was always impeccably attired, almost always in dresses accessorized with a strand of pearls around her neck. Unlike Mrs. Cleaver, Mrs. S___ did not wear pearls when she vacuumed, but this is only because Mrs. S___ did not vacuum. She paid someone else to do any kind of housework, including vacuuming. Are you getting the picture? Good.
The tragic/pathetic story of how Mrs. S___’s only child, Jeremy,  came to be such a tragic/pathetic character is worthy of another story for another blog. For now, I give you this. When Jeremy died, the feeding of his pet boa constrictor fell to his widowed mother. Mrs. S___was distressed at inheriting this task. She shared her discomfort with my parents, but ignored their counsel to find another home for the snake. Jeremy loved that snake, Mrs. S___ told them, and she’d promised him that she would care for it.
A brief explanation for y’all non-reptile owners as to the feeding protocols for your pet snake:
In “the wild,” when snakes are hungry they hunt and consume live prey. However, the general recommendation from herpetologists is to feed captive reptiles killed prey, as it is safer for the reptile and also (somewhat) “kinder” for the prey.
Captivity is not a natural state for reptiles;  thus, some natural behaviors are altered in confinement. If your snake happens to not be hungry when you decide to feed it, it will not eat. Translation: it will ignore the live prey you put in its enclosure. Meanwhile, the prey animal, left alone in a predator-occupied terrarium with no way out, will not be so chill. It will be terrified, and try to find a place to hide. Eventually, sensing its imminent demise and and/or choosing the best defense is a good offense strategy (and/or becoming hungry itself) the prey animal will attack whatever is around – like, your snake. 
To return to the story: Jeremy followed the herpetologists’ recommendations to feed killed prey to his snake…with his own unique variation. When it came time to feed his boa, Jeremy would purchase a live rat from a local pet shop and bring it home to his bedroom, where he kept his snake terrarium. He would place the rat in the bottom of a pillowcase,  grab the top end of the pillowcase and swing it round and round over his head. When the swinging had reached a certain critical speed, Jeremy smacked the end of the pillowcase against his bedroom wall, instantly transforming a live rat into a snake entrée.
Jeremy left detailed instructions for his snake’s feeding. His mother told my parents that while she detested the process she followed the procedures to the letter.  Although I heard this story years ago, the image is still with me: Mrs. S___, trying to honor the memory of her son, gingerly removing a live rat from its box, placing it in a pillow case and swinging said pillowcase around her head, trying to get up the momentum (and the gumption) to whack it against the wall, all the while wincingly fingering her strand of pearls….
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Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite,
and furthermore, always carry a small snake.
( W. C. Fields )
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May you always carry the flagons of your choice, and have the gumption to swing what must be swung, and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
 Not the best acronym – sounds like some kind of intestinal disorder, doesn’t it?
 And keeping in mind the year’s worth did not in fact “keep” for a year in the freezer (read: eeeewwwwwww).
 I’m assuming they mean the rodents, not the American Veterinary Medical Association panel members.
 He lived at home until he died, sometime in his mid-40s. Never left the nest; held one paying job that lasted two weeks.
 Or any animal..Sorry, all you PETA pet-owners.
 One Jeremy reserved for this purpose (i.e., he did not buy pillowcases in bulk) and which, according to what Mrs. S___ told my parents, he apparently never laundered.
 Not another snake-related footnote, I promise.