My first snake experience was when I was a kid and I had a little garter snake. I kept it a secret from my dad because he is petrified of snakes. The secret only lasted about three months before he finally saw it.
He let me keep it but pretty much continued to stay as far away as possible from it. What surprised me was how open minded he was over it. He started bringing home things from the store to put in its habitat, food etc. He'd ask me questions about what it needed all the time. Then finally one night I woke up and saw my dad standing at the other side of my room, in front of the snakes tank. I panicked a little cause I thought he was secretly getting rid of him while I slept but I stayed quiet and watched. There my father stood wearing a thick jacket and a pair of welding gloves holding this itty-bitty snake and saying, "see you're not so bad, you won't bite me."
I pretend to sleep and asked him about it the next morning. He denies it to this day. Lol I guess it's his open mindedness that I expect. You don't have to like them but don't shut out the idea that they are not as bad as you think so quickly.
(To this day he still takes off running if a little snake crosses his path while camping or fishing lol)
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