Wow...it's like you can read my mind.
I haul my dogs to the vet if their hair even 'looks funny'....
Hubby can barely manage dogs.
Snakes are way out of his league.
I'm LMAO, imagining him trying to feed the Boas, especially when Bob or Ruby get their 'wild thing' going and hit the rat so hard it knocks the hemostat halfway across the room.
[they only do that when hubby's watching...normally, they just casually pick up their rat and eat it. I think they're trying to psych him out]