My father had a stroke recently and prior to that he had been coming over to my house to check out the snake room. He always seemed attached to one of my adult males and asked to always hold him. After recovering he started asking for a snake of his own. For Christmas I got him all set up with "sultan" which is what he named his new buddy. My father has called me a million times asking about proper husbandry and seems to be quite addicted to world of ball pythons now. He says that it's like therapy hanging out with him. He's already talking about getting more eventually, because the rack I got him has 4 slots. So apparently a bp addiction can not just be a problem but therapeutic :p
Just thought I'd share this little story about the man who bought me my first snake decades ago at this point. I'm hoping to head him over to this forum when he gets more comfortable with this "new technology".
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