I think that speaks volumes. I was pretty lucky. My mom supported pretty much all my hobbies and passions. I brought my first snake home when I was about 12. I already had turtles and lizards in my room. She took a deep breath and told me that I needed to take care of it if I was keeping it. That was the rule for all of my animals. If something was neglected I heard about it fast. I spent hours in the library checking out books about snakes and reptiles in general. I was constantly out looking for snakes. It was all I talked about. That poor woman put up with so many animals. To this day I don't know how she put up with it but I stayed out of trouble and got to do what I wanted.