Sadly, Snape died while we were out of town a week ago. Even sadder, I think we killed him. I checked his water before we left and thought he had enough to get him by until we got back, but apparently not. My kids were crushed, and I felt horrible. Really horrible. I don't know if I was just having an emotional day, or if I was more attached to the little guy than I thought, but I cried. A lot. I had to leave my kids so they wouldn't see me. It's pitiful, really, but I couldn't help it.
Spencer made the headstone, and they buried him out front. Poor Snape. Maybe down the road, after we've forgiven ourselves, we'll get a new snake. Until then, you can all feel safer about coming to visit again.
