Life Musings

So I was bitten by my pet bull snake a few days ago. Yow, yow, yow. That hurt.

It had escaped from its cage, and after a few days, I found it in my second-floor bathroom. It was acting aggressive, so I threw a towel over it in order to keep it from nipping at me. It still manaqged to strike when I grabbed hold of it though, and it drew blood.

Thankfully, the bite didn't hurt much. It was more painful than my old corn snake's bite, which was more like a bunch of pinpricks. Still, it wasn't horribly bad, and it's the sort of thing you learn to expect.