One of our snakes died. It was a tiny rat snake. I think he starved to death, unpleased with his food choices we caught.
Apparently, my response was not sad enough. It was waved in my face by a very sad boy while I was trying to arrange some business on the phone. It kept being waved in my face - a dead, stiff snake inches from my face.
I said, "Oh, sorry, but get the thing out of my face. Go throw it out or something!"
It was not a sympathetic enough response. So today, after school, we will have to properly mourn a snake.