When I was in 5th grade or so, a "snake wrangler" came to our school and showed us a bunch of awesome snakes. We got to pet and handle some (under VERY close supervision.) But the strange thing was, not many kids wanted to touch 'em....and I couldn't for the life of me understand why. I thought they were fascinating.


But my Dad couldn't stand snakes either, so I was not allowed to have one as a pet. .....Grow up....get married....snakes a long-forgotten pleasure......Until my daughter gets a crush on Steve Irwin and decides she wants to be a herpetologist and MUST have a snake! In my hunt to learn about a "good first snake" and how to take care of it....and in my efforts to convince a very reluctant hubby......my own childhood ambitions woke up with a somewhat passionate vengence!

.....poor hubby has such a nutty wife! But he loves me anyway! But my snake collection won't really take off until he has retired from the military and we get a permanent home where he can build me a "snake house" so he doesn't have to actually live with my slithery hobby.