I've loved snakes since i was a little kid. My dad has always been terrified of snakes, --hold on my gecko is gunna fall off the table-- but i never let his fear stop me from catching gardner snakes, frogs, and salamanders in Iowa in the summer. I got my first ball python (a normal from petsmart) after turning 18, her name was Spook. not long after adopting her she passed away at 2 or 3 months old due to being born with a hole in her digestive tract. i miss her every day <3. I adopted my second bp while i still had Spook, --"cASS NO"-- from someone on craigslist. he was 4 1/2 years old and 4 feet long, and after taking him to the vet, i discovered he had a horrible respiratory infection. now he still has some breathing problems, but he's gotten a lot better. he's my icky drooly boy but i love him.
just a few weeks ago i almost lost my thumb to a 12 foot Burmese python named Hannibal, but that was my fault. I volunteer at a reptile rescue and i mixed up him with the other fat python named Alice, theyre both huge albinos in the same room. Even after having an enormous python try to eat my hand, and almost throwing up because of the anxiety, i was more worried about him than myself. i felt bad because i knew i scared him, and thats why he struck at me. i still love snakes and that wont stop me from rescuing as many as i can.
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