Oh Yes
Joe turned the shriveled thing over in his hands. It felt like a dried up snake.
"You mean to tell me that this thing is actually alive? What was it? I mean, what is it? Some kind of snake?"
The short proprietor of "The Shop of Obscure Delights" peered through thick spectacles. "Yes it is alive, and it's not a snake. Not sure exactly what it is, or even where it came from, but my supplier said; it's not a snake."
Joe put it back in the thick cardboard box that was labeled "Pedigreed Pet Tentacle", it made him think about the Pet Rock craze. "It is an interesting color; maybe it would make a fun conversation piece, but probably not a good coaster."
You have to understand Joe, now, freshly divorced and free to indulge his taste for oddities with no wife to restrain him. Now, he could have all of the unique things he wanted.
"Ok, I'll take it, but if it is alive, what do I do with it, and how do I take care of it?"
"Once a month put it near a big dish of water"
"And then what happens?"
"It will drink it all up, or at least that's what the supplier told me."
"So it will move to take a drink, your telling me that this dried up, whatever it is, will get out of this box to drink water?"
"Yep, that's what the-"
"I know, I know that's what the supplier told you, but, if it drinks, does it eat? I mean, so, do I have to feed it, and what do I feed it?"
The shop keeper's face blushed slightly and he seemed uncomfortable. "Y-yes it does, it likes sort of a (stammering) a liquid diet I've been told. Tell you what, It only has to eat once a month, let me talk to the supplier, then, give me a call first of next week. I'll find out."
Joe shrugged and paid the shop keeper, clearly fascinated with his new acquisition, be it pet, or conversation piece, regardless it was cheap. "Is there anything else I should know about my pet, dead, snake?"
"Don't think so." The old man put his index finger to his lips and appeared thoughtful. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. It sucks."
"Sucks?
"Yes, Sucks."
"Sucks what?"
"I Dunno". The shop keeper shrugged. "That's all the supplier said. Have a good day, young man". With a dismissive wave, the old man trotted briskly into the back room of the shop leaving a perplexed Joe holding a box, with air holes and printing that read, "Pedigreed Pet Tentacle"
Holding it up Joe looked through one of the big air holes at the dead coiled up thing, and chuckled out loud, "pedigreed pet tentacle my big ass". The bell on the door tinkled as he stepped outside.
Joe strode, down the street, towards the parking lot. It was hot and his tank top wore him very well, clinging to his developed torso, while his skinny jeans did their best not to blow their stitches keeping his big quads and ass cheeks covered. He had a natural man walk that got a lot of looks from a lot of people. But his mind was on what he had to do when he got home.
Yard work, and lots of it. Shirtless Joe worked, cutting the lawn front and back at his bungalow. He and the bitch, (his wife) split everything when they divorced, and Joe got himself a small, one story house. The house was in great shape but, the outside had been neglected and needing attention, and now was the time.
By late afternoon Joe was done, and took a long shower. He walked naked through the house, and brought his "pet" from the kitchen and put it on the night stand next to his bed.
"Oh, I forgot your water, my bad". He laughed to himself and got a bowl of water and put it next to the tentacle box. "And, I better open the top of your house or you won't be able to take a drink." Joe laughed at himself for doing this. He didn't believe anything the shop keeper said; indeed, this was another "Pet Rock".
