Haha alright, so it took me 3 years to convince my parents to let me get a BP (seriously, they were that against it). My mother and father are both afraid of snakes, and so is my cousin, not to mention my best friend, her neighbor, and one of my friends at the pet supply store I go to.
I figured "Oh God, now everyone is going to be going after me with I-told-you-so's once it bites me the first time or something." I was ready to have everyone hate the thing, but that didn't really matter to me.
When I went to pick him up, my cousin was with me, and so was my mother. My cousin had to walk away when they handed him to me, and my mother looked a bit panicked too. Once we got him home, my mother and my cousin both admit that he was pretty cute.
I had shown his picture to my best friend, and her neighbor, and my friend at the pet supply store (all of them were absolutely petrified of snakes) and now they all admit they love him too!
This is the evidence that I have to prove that my snake is magical lol!