They won't bite me! They ain't no gangsta....
Being at my "home" home this weekend I thought I was safe. However, if life has taught me one thing...it's that I'm usually wrong. My roommate managed to wake me up again. This time with a phone call. See, my roommate is an avid animal geek. The term "geek" is not limited to those interested in computers, homework, or Dance Dance Revolution. It can apply in most any field.
Well, as I was saying, animal geek. Turns out there is a huge gathering of exotic pet vendors and entertainers at the state fairgrounds this weekend. The slithery/crawly equivalent to a Star Wars Convention. Only the people there usually wear snakes, as opposed to, say, ABS plastic armor or latex/fur wookie masks. Let me just say that I've never seen that many children within an arms reach of death, and in such high concentration. At the gate you are greeted by a 40-something year old woman with the dull expression of a dairy cow on her face. Once you're past the first horror you are greeted with many more. Strange spiky/scaly skin, alien-like creatures, sharp fangs/beaks, and bulging eyes devoid of any thought or soul. Not to mention the creepy animals the vendors are selling. I'd say there were at least 30 different animals that could easily kill a human in that building. Oh, and as I mentioned earlier, there were usually a couple of kids holding one of them and making googly eyes at it.
Ahhh, of course I'm just exaggerating for comedic effect. At the end of the day it was a somewhat enjoyable experience. Sure, my roommate got two(2) new snakes in addition to the one he already has, but I got something out of it as well. Like ...petting a cockatoo and a buffalo. Heh... don't get to do that every day.
unless you own one of course...
I'm going to go feed some stuff down my garbage disposal.
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