Depressed snake

A snake goes in to see the optometrist because his eyesight is failing.

“It’s actually affecting my life. I can’t hunt anymore because I can’t see.”

The doctor fits the snake for glasses and the snake immediately notices an improvement in his eyesight. A week later, the doctor calls the snake to check how the glasses are holding up.

“They’re fine,” the snake answers. “But now I’m being treated for depression.”

“Depression?” the doctor asks.

“Yeah, my eyesight cleared up, but it made me realize I’ve been dating a garden hose.”