Nothing happened really.

My daughter, bless her little chatterbox heart, told some of her friends about our ball pythons and how we hoped to breed them one day.

Word got around of course, and it so happens the principal of her school is very snake phobic. So he in turn warned all the other principals in the school my kids either attend now or did when they were younger that I was raising "deadly pythons" in my home. I found out about it when they had a literacy night and asked for parents to volunteer to come and read stories to the kids. I offered my services, as I have been told I am an excellent storyteller, and was abruptly refused. When I called to ask why, I was told my obsession with dangerous animals was a bad influence to the children, and they weren't taking any chances I'd bring one of my deadly pets to show the kids, because what if a child got eaten ? The school would be liable.

In vain I tried to explain that my "deadly pythons" were too small and too gentle to hurt anyone, but of course, everyone knows pythons eat children, just look at the ones causing all the trouble in Florida.

So I took it upon myself never to darken their door with my presence. And I was otld to have my daughter refrain form telling the other children "horror stories" involving my dangerous snakes.

Gale