I've been in this dark drawer for about a month now, occasionally being fed. But I can hear footsteps outside. I listen as they get louder, but hen stop right in front of me. I am suddenly pulled out of my living area and brought into a bright room with a few people. I quickly ball up and stick one eye out between my body. I see a girl and her mother. The girl is crying. In between sobs, she chokes out, "He's the one. He's so cute!" Is she talking about me? Nah. There's no way. But then I realize I'm being handed off to the little girl. I stick my head out at her. I guess that made her happy, because she started laughing. I'm being handed back to the man and put into a plastic Tupperware container labeled " BALL PYTHON-MALE-PASTEL- 6 WEEKS". Huh, so that's what I am. Well alright. I'm now being checked out like an adorable piece of deli meat when I see a bag of mice get brought out of a back room. I can smell them. They smell so good. Just a taste. But before I can strike, I feel the container and myself moving swiftly through the air and into a car. "He's cold. Crank up the heat!" Now that you mention it, I am a bit chilled. "Ok peanut" Is that really her name? Well I guess I'm one to talk considering I don't even have one. Well speak of the Devil. That must be what they're doing right now. "Strike! Eh, no too bold. Fluffy? Nah, that's just stupid. Oh! What are those cute fluffy things that you can't feed after midnight from that one movie?" Hey wait I like the fierce first one! I sound like a bad*ss! "Oh, a gizmo?" Her mom seems tired. I'm not surprised. I would be too."Yes! That's his name. Hello gizmo!" Well, I guess that's me now.