My Snake Plays Fletch

Saturday, I came home to my family's newest pet: Earl. MY three brothers have copious amounts of cuddly animals; we went through our cat phase, then the dog phase. Unfortunately, I like to call these fuzzy animals disposable pets because they only stick around for several weeks, then they are given to the newest construction worker. However cuddly and adorable the newest puppy may be, the potty accidents became to much. Earl was different. A small snake was coiled up in a glass box: Earl.
A small list was put on the refrigerator giving instructions to change the litter, change the water, replenish the feeding devices, walk them and play. Naturally, i went to the snakes glass container to change the litter. Reluctantly, I stuck my hand in the cage. I did not like Earl. His litter wasn't even soiled, but, obediently, I changed his wood shavings. There was no water in his container, so I filled a shallow dish with tap water. Good enough, right?
It was always the brothers jobs to walk and play with the pets. In the backyard, my youngest brother, Phillip, had taken Earl outside. Good God. He was touching Earl with his hands and what if he was to get free?! Horrifying images ran through my head, but then I remembered. The List. Phillip was just walking Earl.
I woke up the next morning to my mother screaming about the cat's litter and the dog's lack of food. Ofcourse, it was my fault. I answered, "I did change the litter and feed it."
"Snakes only eat once every two weeks, their litter is rarely changed and he is not a water snake." My mom answered.
I began to like Earl; he was the easiest pet to keep! Earl was unoticeable just like the outdated toys in the basement. He was more like an inanimate obect than a pet. I fed the dog everyday for the next month and waited for the day to feed Earl. I peered into the glass container, and Earl was gone. How long had he been gone? Where is he? When did he escape?!
A pet snake is as good as toy snake, except it is scarier when you have lost it.