Snake in a Cat Carrier probably wouldn't gross much.
Have you seen the preview to
Snakes on a Plane
? At one point there's a cat in a cat carrier. They don't show exactly what happened, but it couldn't have been good. The scene did, howerver, inspire some fanfic - from the cat's point of view....
eta:
When I saw the creature, I was to the point of desperation where anyone would have sufficed. Anyone. And that was my downfall. My fatal weakness. I thought I could trust him. His voice was so smooth. So calming. So tender, even. He offered me a way out, said he knew a way to leave my confinement and be free once again! Freedom! The word was like catnip to my senses, like buttery cream to my tongue. Oh, how I craved freedom from my cage. He told me that he would show me the way out, but that first I had to let him in. Oh, that forked tongue, how it lied!
I think I may have to go watch that again now.
When I was flying this weekend (snake-free), I was speculating on how long before someone snuck a snake onboard and released it mid-flight.
Ah man, someone loosed a snake on the plane and I'd be all over that, saving my snakefearing passengers. I am fascinated by snakes.
My friend who move back in January (how depressing I have now to designate which!) had gotten two baby something snakes. I don't find them engaging the way I do, say, cats, but I don't mind harboring them as they seek warm. They are pretty and strange and not scary. Which is to say, we fished them out of my cleavage when I left.
My sister has a great animals-on-a-plane story, only hers is Turtles on a Plane.
Well, one turtle.
She was the first one (other than the guy who smuggled it on board) who saw it--it was motoring down the right side of the plane, and she saw it booking past her at what she originally thought was a rat's pace, and then when she realized it was a turtle, she was shocked at how fast it was going. It took her a few minutes to flag down the attendant, and then a few more minutes before said attendant caught up with the thing and picked it up. Just after that, the announcement came over the intercom, "Has anyone here lost a turtle?" A rather sheepish 30-something guy came forth to reclaim it, by this time safely ensconced in an extra cardboard box they pulled out of the galley.
Technically,
Turtle On A Plane
to be ultra-pedantic.
Just the thought makes me grin like a loon.
Hec, I'm sorry as anything that it played out. May this be the beginning of the start of another and great phase of your life, though!
Sometimes, stupid shit throws me out of a TV show. On Without A Trace,
they just said some kid got taken away from his mother ten years ago because of her crystal meth habit.
That just seems SO unlikely.
New York City, mid-90s? Not such a hotbed of crystal meth use. As far as I know.
Not that it's impossible, there just seem like better candidates.
It does seem like
crack
would have been a better choice, Jesse. Was it important to the story somehow?
ION, I am FRICKING COLD. I'm wearing the fingerless gloves Kat gave me.
Winter can bite me.
Hah-ha. It's not cold here.
Wherever Brenda is from (since my brain is frozen) can bite me too.
I don't know yet, Perkins, but I doubt it.
