So I happened upon the shop where my roommate got his ball python. I was content to look, until the shop owner plunked this wonderful snake into my hand. He was a 1 and a half year old with a beautiful reduced pattern and a fabulous disposition. He flicked his tongue at me for a minute, and curled up happily. I was in love.

Needless to say, I bought him, and the shop owner is holding him for me until I can get my setup ready. I still don't have a name for him. But I do have a picture. It's me, the snake, and my son going "OMG WHAT'S OVER THERE?!"