I've always loved snakes. The way they look, move, the mythology behind them (my Medusa/Naga obsession), the diversity... just everything.

I've always been an animal nut, and was a big ol tomboy when I was a kid. Barbie? Meh. Animal Encyclopedia?! Thank you Santa!! lol. Every kind of animal, I loved and am still fascinated by (except for gnats, I HATE them). I'd bring home frogs, bugs, even caught a wild mouse outside once in my hands and my Mom flipped out. In a lapse between pets when I was like 6 or so I caught a housefly named him Speedy and fed him McDonalds honey packets. It was sad and I have issues, but a petless home is unfathomable to me. My Mom wasn't a fan of a good many of my pet choices (Houdini the gerbil, the black widow spider Arachne I kept in a jar on the porch and fed ants, etc) aside from the cats, and snakes were out of the question. I also presumed I couldn't keep a snake because it'd be hard for me to feed live. I get attached to critters too easily

Then I grew up, moved out, and learned about f/t prey. Bambi eyes at my fiancee (which had already gotten me bunnies and birds) and we found ourselves with a lovely baby corn snake named Falkor. Everything since then has been the fault of these fine forum members. I love all kinds of herps, but snakes are the ones for me. Especially the BPs and Blue Beauties.