Fluffy Is On The Loose!
Fluffy is on the loose in Memphis. Dana Shields, Fluffy's owner, lost track of her pet a few weeks ago and is running ads in local papers trying to locate him. She's very concerned that someone might try to hurt Fluffy if they happen to find him.
Some people don't care for 5 foot long boa constrictors.
The brown and tan-spotted 5-foot boa constrictor was in the backyard at his home on Walnut Grove across from Galloway Golf Course on July 8, a lazy Sunday. His owner, Dana Shields, 39, was sunning in a lounge chair reading magazines while Fluffy inched around the grass.
Shields got up to water some plants and got distracted. After about 15 minutes, she remembered her snake. She ran to the backyard. No Fluffy.
Shields looked in all the nooks and crannies. She looked in pots, under bushes. She got scratches all over her body searching through the woods behind her house.
Her neighbors took it well.
She ran a lost pet ad amid the missing cats and dogs.
Reward. $300, 5-foot boa constrictor "Fluffy." Very tame.
Shields has cried for weeks. She's afraid that someone will kill her snake out of fear.
"He's not a threat," Shields said. "He can't eat anything larger than a rat. I just don't want someone to hurt him."
She named him Fluffy because he's the opposite. She hoped the name would put people at ease.
She needs to find him before the weather turns cold, said veterinarian Dr. David Hannon, founder of Exotic Animal Rescue League. Boas are a tropical species. He won't survive the winter.
Hannon thinks the snake is still close to home. Snakes aren't wanderers. They tend to stay put in dark places.
Shields' home is right across from the local golf course. Longtime readers know that snakes have an affinity for golf shoes, so we'd advise golfers to check carefully before changing shoes.
(Oddly enough, "Fluffy" is the nickname the kids and I call my longsword, which has a python skin grip on it. Fluffy was even funnier than "Monty".)
By Lars Walker, Wednesday, 25 July , 2007 @ 12:15 pm
Years back, when I was living in a rented house with some friends in South Minneapolis, we found a 5-foot boa constrictor coiled in a basement shower one morning. We’d been living there for several months, and the animal, the pet of a previous tenant, had been living quietly in the walls all that time.
Our story made the news that day, and owner and “companion animal” (the snake’s name was George) were joyfully reunited.