So there we were, dead asleep (me still sick) in our bed
when the door violently opened, and Gigs walked in.
"Dad, Dad, Dad, are you awake?
I need your help!"
And almost instantly, we both woke up to find Gigs,
who had now flipped our light on with Candace
(his Ball Python snake) wrapped delicately around his necklaces
around his neck!
Squeezing tighter and tighter with each minute.
He also had blood dripping down his neck from his ear.
He looked like that photo of Trump after getting shot in Pennsylvania.
I didn't even know where to begin.
What is going on?
Why is it 1:00 in the morning, and you're holding Candace?
Why are you bleeding?
He explained that he had removed Candy from her cage and then
she slithered around his neck, getting tangled in his necklaces,
and then she bit his ear, probably out of frustration.
Christian carefully helped him untangle her from his necklace,
had a little chuckle, and we sent Gigs on his way back to bed
making him promise us that he'll really, REALLY go to bed.
I swear, once it's midnight, Gigs is like,
"Hey, what can I do? I know! I'll feed and clean my snake's cage,
yes, great idea, even though I have to wake up for seminary in 4 hours."
I think he's a vampire.
