This morning I found my 17 year-old amelanistic cornsnake dead. I’ve had her since she was a hatchling in 1993. Her name was Mel.

She lived a very comfortable life in what many would consider a palace of a habitat for a little ol’ cornsnake.  It is five feet by two feet, and two feet in height. It sits on a cabinet purchased specially for it. It is very lonely now with no inhabitant.

My daughter Carys took the news pretty hard. Lilia ran into the room and said that I was wrong, Mel was still here. She isn’t quite old enough yet to understand death.

I’ve been very sad and melancholy all day. I’ll try and add some pictures to this post later.