When I bought my condo, I got a two bedroom, and dubbed the extra one my "man room." In it, I have all my snakes, a couch, a mini-fridge with beer, funny blue collar calenders (babes n' guns) And all sorts of other silly testerone influenced stuff (autographed picture of elvira, mistress of the dark...) The rules on the room are 1) this is an estrogen free zone. Do NOT enter unless invited. 2) there are to be no complaints about ANYTHING that goes on in here, whether it's a mess that doesn't get cleaned up for 3 weeks, a strange smell, or anything else. 3) Not a speck of dust goes in, not a speck of dust goes out, and not a spec of dust gets moved, unless I'm the one moving stuff.



All I have to do is smuggle the snake from the front door to the man room, and it's in a safe zone



Seriously though, the discription may sound a little chouvanistic, but i'm paying all the mortgage payments and other bills while she's going to school full time, so the plans were not only met with very little resistance, but were actually welcomed because I had a place to put all my stuff she doesn't want to see all the time (14 foot snakes to nudey calenders) The only problem is the snake collection is beginning to outgrow the room...
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1.0 8' albino burmese

1.0 14' normal burmese

1.0 4' normal retic

0.1.1 5' bcc

0.0.1 malaysian blood

0.0.1 nile monitor

3.0 cats

and a breeder rat colony

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