(I'm not proud to admit it, but) I just moved back into my parents house a few months ago, very recently after we bought our snake. At the time, I didn't know my mom hated snakes. Well, I know now. She lost it when I told her. She would never make us get rid of it, but she expressed how much she hated it. So basically since then, I've had to live a secret snake life too (sorta). She knows about it, but it's best if I don't mention it around her.

(Oh gosh, in hindsight I just made myself look like a 6 year old. Oh where, oh where did my masculinity go?!)