Late Tuesday or early Wednesday, Snoo died. He was a ball python that I had for about 16 years. He made the trip out to Walla Walla with me, and back. He had to be rescued from my car one time out there when I found out the hard way that I couldn't take him on the plane with me, despite what the airline's website said.
He was a good snake, very even tempered, and never bit me.
He'll be missed.
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