Those of you with reptile loyalists in your home, this post is for you.
I love my husband. You won’t see me complain about him on my blog ever. But I know in my heart that he is not perfect for 1 simple reason. Despite his good looks and his witty humor, he loves reptiles. Like REALLY loves them. Currently, we share our home with a snake and a tarantula (which necessitates the occasional housing of mice and crickets).
We often serve as a half-way house for other strays.
So understand, when I wander into the kitchen and see a box on the table like the one below, I experience the initial symptoms of a myocardial infarction. What is in it?!
The only question worse than What is in it?
What WAS in it?