new story

In the past few weeks I have had many encounters with different snakes. I generally get along with snakes, well, non-poisonous ones anyway. While searching for waterfalls, hiking in North Carolina we met a black pine snake who seemed pleased to meet me and allowed me to handle him without any agitation at all. He was my first friend as a Pine snake. Later in that week in a wooded area I notice about six people struggling while carrying a large object, which I first thought was a long roll of carpet. I quickly realized they were carrying a sixteen foot Burmese Python. I spent about an hour with that big snake and loved every minute of it. Gentle and passive, huge as the Loch Ness monster, and as smooth as the softest leather, that python became another snake friend of mine.
So now to the point of all this. Yesterday I was in a locally owned pet shop and met a teenage girl working in there, cleaning out aquariums, feeding naked rats, talking back to the parrots. They had plenty of snakes and out talk drifted to my new friend the 16 ft python. That's when she told me the story of her family's snake.
It seems their python got so massive that they had to keep him in their master bathroom and feed him in the glass doored shower. You see, they would trap wild racoons, opposums, rabbits, and make sure the python was behind the glass shower door in the bathtub. They would release the wild animal into the enclosed shower and let the snake attack and kill--and of course eat it. Afterwards they could let the snake out and wash out the tub. That was a scary frightening story to me. Truth is almost always more bizarre than Mike Tyson's tattoos.