Lesson from Mother Nature

I'm rolling by the snake pens when I can't help but notice that Elvis is smashing his head repeatedly against the water dish. Now I've been doing a lot of that lately so I pretty much know how he feels. You DO realize I am speaking metaphorically?

So I pull up to observe and he proceeds to smashing head on into his rocks-then I heard a squishy noise and I realized he was cracky his old skin in order to begin his shed. Maybe that's how I do it too....