… To deserve a very loud, very cheery cricket making this keyhole it’s home… This is my bedroom door. It has no holes in the bottom, I already checked… I am so baffled.
HOW DID IT EVEN.
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My little Serpent
I know what a lot of you are probably thinking when you see this photo:
‘Kill it!’
‘Its so close to your face!’
‘Snakes are evil!’
‘Gross how can you touch it?’
‘If that snake was in my house it’d be dead so fast.’
This is my little Stimsons python who me and my boyfriend named ‘Derpy’ because of the fact that she is hilariously goofy.
You can’t really tell from the picture, but she is a very small python. Stimsons pythons only grow to about a metre in length, my girl is probably only at the fifty centimetre mark, still a baby in my eyes. Hopefully this photo is better:
^thats her next to an Australian 20c piece. Quite a little snake. 🙂
What a lot of people don’t realise about snakes is how remarkably adaptable they are. This python has never tried to bite me, not once. I don’t think there’s anything that could make her bite me, unless she thought my fingers were food, which she never does.
Derpy is, in my eyes, the perfect pet. She isn’t aggressive, she doesn’t smell, she eats once a week (and her food is incredibly cheap), she poops outside when I put her on the grass, she is very interesting and, as you can see in the first photo, she is very inquisitive.
When I’m feeling down, I take her out and let her roam around on the bed. She has developed a liking for wrapping herself around my bracelets and watch, and just sitting there. She uses the very tip of her tail and moves it backwards and forwards on my arm, as if she’s petting ME. It’s comforting somehow, though I know she isn’t intelligent enough to even know she’s my pet, she has no idea what I am.
Everyone who meets my little python, no matter how scared of snakes they may be, they end up loving her to bits. My boyfriend was terrified of snakes for so long, he wouldn’t touch her on the drive home after we picked her up from the breeder. I ended up practically forcing the little thing into his hands, and hey presto! He loves her to bits now, he’s always taking her out and playing with her.
As an aspiring veterinarian, it saddens me to see people so happily kill snakes and other ‘evil’ animals, rather than accept that they are wild animals and can be removed by professionals, safely. I bet you didn’t know that a red belly black snake, one of Australia’s venomous snakes, makes a brilliant pet. You don’t believe me? Check out this video:
It’s the same as a lot of animals. Given the chance to live in the wild, they will all defend themselves, how vicious can wild/stray dogs be? Yet when we have them as pets, they learn not to bite or attack, you become part of their pack. They grow used to you, fond of you, they know you’re no danger. I know pythons aren’t even close to being as intelligent as dogs, but they’re at least intelligent enough to recognise you as a living thing that wont hurt them.
I’m not entirely sure what the purpose of this blog is, maybe to change a few peoples opinions about critters, maybe to teach you a thing or two about my little python. It saddens me to think that, given the opportunity, many people would stomp my little baby snake, my lovely, good natured pet, just because she’s a ‘slimy snake’.
If you’re going to be offensive, please don’t comment. This is for animal lovers, for people who appreciate life in all it’s forms. Including the form of evil, aggressive serpent 😛
Here’s my selfie with my evil, aggressive Derpy, I hope you enjoyed reading and if you have any questions about my little python, feel free to ask 🙂
The Change
Change is a terrifying thing.
We plod along in life, set about our routines and continue to exist.
We wake up every day, haul ass out of bed and get to work, then we come home back to bed and the cycle goes on.
Some of us exist in a world where we resent change, we feel that life as we know it can crumble in the blink of an eye if something changes, that a small insignificant happening can have a ripple effect on the rest of our existence.
Some of us who are in this state are here because we are happy to be here, whereas others are here because they are afraid to take risks, to embrace change… even if it means their lives can be improved. And then there are the select few people who welcome change into their lives, who yearn for change and who actively seek it out.
Me, I am stuck between being afraid and yearning for change. It’s an improvement on how I used to be. I was terrified of change, wanting to maintain happiness in my life and keep the same friends, I wasn’t interested in meeting new people or broadening my horizons. I was content, but I was also nervous, paranoid for change.
I realise now that these relationships and the habits I developed in this state of ‘being’ were toxic. My friendships were toxic, my state of health was toxic, my eyes had a white haze over them. I couldn’t see my life for the ugly, false thing that it had become.
At this point in time, as I write this post, I am stuck between decisions. I don’t know which decision is the right one. All I know is that either way, my life will change, whether it be for the better or for the worse.
If it is for the better, I look forward to having happiness in my life again, to lift the haze from my eyes and to see and appreciate beauty once more.
If the change causes more haze, I know it will eventually lift once more. I will not be beaten down again.
Change is terrifying, blinding. It grips us, transforms us and beats us up until we embrace it. So embrace the change in your life, let go. Let go and let change happen, who knows? You may just end up happier than you’ve ever been.
Cherriibomb x
Betrayal
Wow, what a month I’ve had.
Where do I even start? I’ve found myself in such a huge mess all because I put my trust and love into a person. Mistakes mistakes!
Let me break it down.
A month ago, I had plans. I’d just been accepted into a Bachelor of Science (high five!), was about to move into a new house in the city with my partner, had a steady job which was coming to an end because of said move, and for a small moment I was so excited, I was so content and I couldn’t wait to start a new life.
And then my boyfriend left his Facebook profile wide open on my computer, and like an idiot, I didn’t notice, went to message someone (thinking it was my account) and saw several things I wish I’d never seen.
The story with me and my partner is we were dating for three years, things were great, then randomly… He broke it off, fell into a massive depression, tried to kill himself and just went full retard (believe me, this was the best description I could come up with). Meanwhile, I was completely devastated, crying like a moron, not eating for two weeks straight because the anxiety and heart break was too much. I loved the guy, with all my heart, he’d been my everything.
After two months apart, he decided he’d go on antidepressants, and hey presto: he was better for a while. We rekindled, got back together and things were better than they’d ever been. He was a changed person, he was so much better and so much more affectionate, he’d prioritise properly, he’d not get drunk and he’d help me with everything and anything. I was so happy, once again. This went on for another two years, until the Facebook shit happened.
So here’s what happened.
It turns out, my partner had been sleeping with a girl I used to be best friends with, and who coincidentally ditched me when he broke up with him, and started hanging around his house and making a public display of their ‘friendship’. He knew full well how much trouble this girl had caused for me in the past, and he’d always despised her, always mentioned how unattractive he thought she was and how ugly her personality was too. Id known she was a bad person, but I’m a pacifist, I didn’t want to be on anyone’s bad side and I certainly don’t like to hold grudges. Anyway, the point is, he lied about it, and he really couldn’t have slept with someone worse. If it were anyone else, I would not care. It just had to be her.
The night I found out, I dumped him on the spot. How could he do that, how could he go sleep with someone while I cried and cried? And it’s not like we weren’t talking when we split. He always rang me, crying and drunk, id always support him emotionally.
I feel totally ripped apart right now and I don’t know what to do. My plans to move to the city have been cancelled, I had to defer my science degree, my job is ending and the guy I love is proving to be a totally dishonest idiot who keeps fucking up again and again with me. I wish so badly I could forgive him and we could have what we had a month ago, before I found out. I want my boyfriend back, not this person I know now who broke my heart and lied to me, who slept with the one person on the planet he really shouldn’t have slept with, again and again.
How do I overcome this? Is it even worth it? Should I even bother trying? I feel stuck. I feel like if I don’t try to recover and get over it, I’ll have no one to move with and my plans will totally crumble. I also still love him, he’s a fucking moron but I still love the guy. He’s trying really hard to make things right, rather than just running with his tail between his legs. I suppose that’s something, right?
I saw a future with this guy, I would have married the fool if he’d asked me to, and he always mentioned it to me, he always talked about our future together. It’s sad really, looking back at what I had. What’s a relationship without trust? As pathetic as I sound, I’m just heartbroken, I know I am a genuinely good person and I just wish things could be easier. Anyone out there have any advice for little old me? I’m quite stuck and super indecisive.
-Cherriibomb
Ps. Just like a psychic freak, he just messaged me saying ‘goodnight, I love you’
BAH.
cherriibomb 