back in the day

I never managed to convince them, than I grew up settled and made up for it since than. :gj:

I remember asking my mother for a snake when I was 13 and again when I was 16, but she never budged, so in turn, I waited until I turned 18 and on my 18th B-Day, I got my first bp. :D

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Originally Posted by FloridaHogs

No convincing on my part. My first snake was an eastern hognose my dad found for me :D

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No convincing for me either I have been around snakes since i was 4 at my grandparents pet shop in Corpus Christi, Tx. So my parents were pretty cool about the idea. I was 14 when I got my first.

I wanted a pet snake for as long as I can remember. My mom was fine with it, but my dad is deathly afraid of snakes. He wasn't havin it. I'll never understand this. It is a completely irrational fear when you know the facts. No reason to be scared of a ball python, corn snake, even a garter snake would have been fine for me. I just wanted a snake! lol. Even if it did escape from it's cage, what was it gonna do? Snakes stay in a cage, make no sounds, don't smell, and don't bother anybody. It literally has zero effect on everyone else living in the house except for the fact that they know it is in the house.

Anyway the first thing I did when I moved out was get a ball python. I remember searching on KS for a normal female (b/c they get bigger :D) and seeing some of the more subtle morphs (subtle to the untrained eye at least) like mojave, cinnamon, yb etc. I thought to myself "Who would spend that much money on a ball python, especially when it looks just like a normal or maybe a tad different."

So I got my normal female and then started perusing various forums to find the answers to the questions I had about husbandry. That's when I started to learn more and more about the various morphs and the bug hit me. You should have seen the look on my Dad's face when I told him I was breeding ball pythons. It was something like this :O. Haha. He also let out a loud "Whaaaaaaaat?!?!?!?!" and rolled his eyes. So my mom doesn't care, my sister doesn't care, my brother thinks they are pretty cool, and my dad thinks I'm a nut.

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Originally Posted by Mike Russell

I wanted a pet snake for as long as I can remember. My mom was fine with it, but my dad is deathly afraid of snakes. He wasn't havin it. I'll never understand this. It is a completely irrational fear when you know the facts. No reason to be scared of a ball python, corn snake, even a garter snake would have been fine for me. I just wanted a snake!

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I'm with ya there brotha! See my post above lol. My dad kept trying to come up with all these reasons why keeping a snake is a bad idea like, "well they treat them inhumanely when they import them." True but none of mine are imports they're all CB babies. Also he's got two HUGE salt water fish tanks, I just point at them every time he says that and say, "Yeah? You think all those fish were treated humanely when they were caught and stuck in a box to be shipped over here?" IDK it's just funny, it's a running argument with us but, eh he knows I'm absolutely passionate about herps and doesn't mind as much anymore. Someday I may even get him to hold one without him trying to kill it!

I never did convince my mom but my had had exotics all his life so he was fine with it. I didnt get one tuill I was married. My wife is afraid of them (hopefully going to change soon.

I begged and begged...then just went out and got one after I turned 19...I pay for all my animals so my parents couldn't argue. I told them it was the snake or a Kinkajou >.> *I plan to get the kink anyway when I get a better job*

Not so "back in the day" for me. My husband has always wanted a snake since he was little and his mom never allowed it. Then he married me and I'm scared of snakes until a few months ago (11 years later). And what made me change my mind is a new reptile store opened not too far from where we live and my husband and 2 kids would spend every weekend in that store drooling over the reptiles. And these people who owned the store would just take a snake out and put it on your palm like it was no big deal. So, finally, a pastel ball python showed up in one of the tanks and I loved the bright yellow colors, so I told my hubby to go ahead and get it... one more month later I touch it for the first time. And my son got his own spider ball. Today, we took both snakes to the school and had a show-and-tell with my hubby and my sons. So, hopefully, that would show the other parents as well that it's not really something to be scared of...