The living room was bright and focused on the Runaway video and just as kanye was bout to start playing that piano -BAM- everything went black. It was a little unsettling to look outside and see what night really looks like without Power.
So we lit plenty of candles and thought it'd be a good opportunity to let our new pet, tentatively named Wesley Snakes, stretch out a bit. Hank found him the other day underneath a brown paper bag in our backyard, bless his heart.
The power came back on, then off again. After it came back a second time, we all decided we liked the candle light better so turned off all the electronics anyways and proceeded.
He wasn't moving too much so we assumed Wesley was very hungy, oxygen deprived, shocked, cold, and a little apocalyptic. Also, we were all a bit scared of him.
We built a pagoda for him using some cans and the lens of a 2K Fresnel light to trap some of the heat from the candles.
It took a bit for him to warm up, and after a few soft touches, he began to slither around all the cans and candles, and he was doing so with increasing speed. We were all pretty scared.
He found a cave to hide in, made of a folded paper towel. We were tired, wesley was too, so we convinced him to go back into the sad jar and went to sleep. I hope we figure out a way to feed wesley ASAP.
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