This evening, within the last hour or so, we lost another of Stewie's girls for some unknown reason. I went to feed the bunch and noticed that she didn't look right. I picked her up, she was limp. I brought her out to my kitchen where there is more light, thinking she had passed. She was curled up in my hand and then I saw her tail move. Just a little curling, ever so slighty. It was almost like what you would expect from a puppy. Her breathing appeared to be very shallow.

The tragedy here, is that this was my daughter, Erin's favorite snake. Erin was in the shower at this time and I was trying to get her to finish up because it didn't look like Brownie would be with us much longer.

Sadly to say, she passed in my hand while I was waiting for Erin to finish. As I type, Erin has been holding her snake for the past 45 minutes. When she is ready, I will take Brownie and let her join her sister and Mom until spring.

Another unexplained death and a very hard winter here in Connecticut.