The aquarium contained a Python, and took up most of my friend’s living room. Rick told me he went to the Wild Jungle to get Monty. (as in Monty Python, very clever)
“You went somewhere near the equator? How did you capture it (here snakey-snakey) and how did you transport it back to the states?”
(sigh) “The Wild Jungle is the name of a pet shop” (ohhhh, that makes more sense)
Hesitantly, I agreed to hold Monty. WOW! Heavy! and all I kept thinking was he was going to wrap around me and squish my insides out! Instead, Monty refused to remain anywhere near me and immediately headed to the couch cushions and into crevice of the couch to which Rick exclaimed:
“Oh, don’t let him get in there!”
Why? There’s no coils for him to coil around and get stuck. Rick was afraid Monty would pull a muscle. Really? That can happen?
Can you imagine calling the vet, “Yes, I think my snake pulled a muscle.”