I have lived at the same place for 18 months. My apartment manager knew it when I got my first snake 16 months ago. Now, I got a conduct notice put in my door that snakes are not a part of the apartment policy. I'm not sure what has changed.
Right now I have Harvey only, the guy around my neck. He is completely deaf (don't bring up arguments about how deaf snakes are, I know they are mostly deaf, but he is COMPLETELY deaf, and I know this because I test my adoptive snakes). I kept him from my adoption program because it took me a long time to accept that and now he can't be away from his mommy. And... I can't be away from him.
Anyway, I have owned George, Ted, Ernie, and Cecily and I've successfully given them away as therapy snakes in the last 16 months. Harvey was different. The others were easier to transition to frozen and warmed up mice, and they handled nicely. But Harvey had trouble, so I decided he was a keeper.
I also had Mikey, who died recently in my car. He was neck wrapped and he fell between my seat and console and cut himself. He couldn't be saved. His ashes are right in front of me to remind me not to practice neck wrap in the car ever again. He was the sweetest snake ever.
Anyway, my landlord is trying to ban snakes all of a sudden, when she knows what I do. I have an interview at 1:20 today with a therapist to try to get a letter for him. It's costing me $225. I have also researched and printed the city ordinances, and the laws regarding Emotional Support Animals (ESAs). They are not service animals, but if a therapist says you need your ESA, you get to keep it no matter what.
My boy has done a lot of service for others, and even more for me. He is always up for a cuddle when I want it. He spent 75 minutes on my lap, chest and neck last night. I haven't slept in two days because I worry.
I will keep you updated later today.