Return of Snakey

It is better to lie quiet in the mud than to be disturbed on good bedding.

The morning is spent tidying up. We clean out the vivarium and give Snakey fresh substrate. It stretches out on the sofa, an impressive length. And, once warmed up in its home, it is absorbed in the changes that have been wrought, examining every inch of the small space.

The oil filled heater struggles to compete with the chill in the office. Outside, hesitant snow begins to settle.