In my youth, I had a snake. I had to get rid of her due to some life circumstances and I've always felt a bit melancholy about it. I find handling a live snake to be very relaxing and pleasurable. My husband also had snakes in his youth. We have talked for years about getting a snake but I wasn't comfortable with the notion given how cool hubby keeps our house and the fact that I live in Michigan. Well, today, we went to a reptile show here in Lansing and I held a snake...
And I brought him home. He's a lovely, mellow
ball python. We named him Skull because some of his markings look like aliens and skulls.
I know that snake phobia is a real thing so that's why I put the trigger warning in the title. Anyway, here's Skull peeking out of my husband's shirt pocket.
Ain't he purdy?