Lips pulled into a puzzled frown as the lithe form of a milk snake slithered across her digits then along her arm. 

                                                       “D-Damn it, Basil sit still– Ah!”

Before the small serpent could be grasped by her nimble digits his body stuffed itself within her headband, mingling with red strands.

                           “How the fuck do you feed these things?!

                                                                    I mean he’s hungry right?!”

These questions were rhetorical in nature yet they begged for the input of an expert or perhaps a stranger with the knowledge she required.