I own a cobra named Ray. My old workout partner, Scott, gave him to me when he moved to Stevens Pointe to be closer to Linda (huge mistake).
I keep Ray under my king-sized bed in a giant glass tank. I made the walls of the tank out of bulletproof glass. I hot glue gunned the corners so they are secure. The electric for the lamp is wired through my box spring (Serta).
This morning, after crushing out a few dozen laps (mostly front crawl) in my AGP (above ground pool), I remembered that it was time to feed Ray, so I sprinted inside and dropped a mouse in his cage. Right as Ray was about to inject his deadly venom into the mouse's neural cortex, it jumped up and bit him right on his friggin' eyeball. I put some Neosporin on the eye wound, but that only seemed to make Ray madder.
Anywho, looks like I'll be driving Ray down to the vet school in Columbus (free meds) in the old JC (Jeep Cherokee) this afternoon. Maybe they'll know how to keep him from acting like a total BJ. Yeah, right. Fat chance.
Craig
