He’s no catatonic topcat, but Weezie the Red Tailed Boa saved my bacon Wednesday by sparing my jugular and taking his medicine. Ever since I turned a story on monkey acupuncture at the North Carolina Zoo a few weeks back, the suits have been wanting me to twist up somethin' for the November Sweeps period. Trouble is it kept slithering from my mind. Before I knew it, the story’s time-slot was forty-eight hours out and I’d yet to set the damn thing up. Frantic phone tag followed. A day later, I rose early and shot to Raleigh, where Dr. Christine Eckermann-Ross poked holes in felines, hares and asps - all while delivering the appropriate commentary. Suh-WEET! No longer surprised where I find myself, I swung my glass and acted fascinated, until every critter on the premises was comfortably numb. The piece was no buzzkill, either.
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