I always liked snakes. I liked them because they are beautiful; and also I think as a kid I kinda felt drawn to the critters that get misunderstood and unfairly demonized, because I got picked on a lot.
When I was in middle school, I talked my dad and stepmother into letting me get a ball python with my allowance. I had been looking at them in the pet store, and the people there had let me handle all the snakes, and I'd read all the books. At some point the ball python ended up at my mom's house, and I got a corn snake over at my dad's. The ball python died when I was in college (heating system went out in my crappy college apartment, etc...) although the corn survived.
The corn snake died a few months ago at the age of 18 or 19 (I've sort of lost track). I cried for about three days, and then got a new baby ball python.
We are just pet owners, so one is enough. We aren't going to start collecting or anything, we just like having a little buddy around. I could envision a scenario where we take in a rescue or something sometime, or another one lands in our lap or something, but otherwise we'll remain a one snake household. I've had pet snakes for 20 years and have never had more than two at a time, so I think I can resist the temptation to keep adding more.
My better half had never thought about snakes much one way or another before meeting me, but he'd lived with my old corn snake for ten years too, and had gotten pretty attached to the little guy. So he wanted a new baby as much as I did, but is also not likely to turn into a collector.
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