Sure. Go ahead, brag about how adorable Giz is. While I suffer the effects of Spotted Insanity Fever. While I was cleaning the ball python's enclosure yesterday, he jumped into it. I repeat-- the 80 pound damnatian jumped into the enclosure, spinning around and gleefully sending shavings and greenery flying throughout the room. Weee. Woo hoo. I rescued a dal. Oh the joy of it.

Help me. Anyone. Did you know when a big brainless bag of spots launches himself uninvited onto your bed, small dogs go flying off the sides??