I'm 44 and my parents don't understand my love for my ball pythons, and I think my mother is hoping that this is a "phase" but it coming to realize that it's not.

Last year when they were visiting me, my father helped me build a rack, while my mother quietly organized my pantry. She did let me bring eggs home with me when I was visiting my first year breeding and had a clutch due to hatch.

In the end, my folks love me and while they don't share the same fascination (don't even understand it), they support that it's something that I love and that I've made incredible friends because of this hobby.