I'm starting to theorize that more people don't own kings... because there's this wild misconception that they're somehow deadly... Everybody I tell I've got kingsnakes, they go "Wait, aren't those dangerous/poisonous/venomous?!?" at which point I explain Voodoo the Narcoleptic Wonder... and they stare at me in disbelief... usually because the concept of a snake with a "personality" is a whole new fascinating concept to them. It's usually when I get to the part about my snakes enjoying being scritched under the chin (well, along the sides under the jaw, at the "jugular" point, not under the chin-chin like a cat) in the exact same way my birds do, that their brains seem to fall out and roll across the floor...

Although the sheer number of people who've had the Stupid Snakeowner Experience is truly astounding...

And what is it with everybody having a "I know someone who owned rattlesnakes" story out here?