Snakes Alive!
December, 1976
Being the sort who hates to see things go to waste, I once retrieved a perfectly serviceable bird cage from my neighbor's trash can. This impressed my girlfriend, Jean, who took to calling me, in tender moments, "My very own garbage collector." I decided to show her that a bird cage was at least as useful as the salvaged fire extinguisher or the battered pith helmet; I'd put a damn bird in it.The pet shop I visited didn't have a good bird, but it had a dandy little boa constrictor abou...
