Hello, my name is Rachel ("Hello Rachel"), and I am a... a... a Nerd. *sigh*

Today, I realized I was a herp nerd. You know, like the aquarium nerds. Or the Pitbull nerds. Or the weird pushed-in-face-cat nerds. Only I'm a BP nerd. And the fact that I refer to them as BPs has just proven my nerdness.

For a while, I was in denial about my nerdness. I just thought I was a pet owner. When Julio (my first BP) and I would go for a ride to the store, I thought it was something that any normal pet owner would do. I didn't think there was anything wrong with keeping a snake in my bra in public... and then talking to it, despite the fact that snakes don't have ears. I didn't think that wanting to get Julio a girlfriend so he wouldn't be lonely when I was at work or sleeping was a big deal. Then when I got baby Carlotta a few weeks ago, I didn't think twice when I told my boyfriend, "I bet her whole body could fit in my mouth!" and then proceeded to try (she didn't like it, I didn't really intend to finish the act, and I put her back in the cage; no harm done).

But today, my mother and I were chatting over the MSN, discussing how I would go about constructing a large snake home with wood and nylon... and that's when it hit me. I have a nerd problem. I'm addicted to snakes. So I sought out a support group.

So I hope you guys can help me and support me through my nerd crisis. And I hope that I'm welcome here at Ball-Pythons.net.