We Can't All Be Rattlesnakes

We Can't All Be Rattlesnakes

<p>I am a snake. </p><p>No, not a rattlesnake. I just look like one. I€m a gopher snake.</p><p>One day an oily, filthy, fleshy human child crossed my path. As luck would have it, he knew the difference between a gopher snake and a rattlesnake. He has imprisoned me in a terrarium. His name is Gunnar. He calls me Crusher. He thinks I€m male. I€m not.</p><p>He dropped in a dead mouse and hoped I€d eat it. I buried it. He then dropped in a live one, which he called €œBreakfast.€ I didn€t lay a coil on it.</p><p>Gunnar thinks I€ll be his adoring pet. He€s wrong.</p><p>In fact, I am planning my escape. I may take Breakfast with me.</p><p>Crusher will charm readers in this entertaining, clever novel about a snake in captivity and how she turns the tables on her human captor.</p>