I'm 36, I've always been crazy about snakes and had my first pet snake when I was 5 or 6. I grew up on a farm in South Africa, I don't remember it but my father killed a forest cobra when I was 3 or 4, he said to me don't touch it, he went into the house to do something, and when he came out, he said, I was walking around with it draped around my neck. He did take pics, I can't remember ever seeing them, I live in Taiwan now so not too easy for me to go to my parents place to find them, they still live in SA.
I was very lucky to grow up in such a wonderfull place and have understanding parents that would let me keep snakes in the house, even though they hated them. My father couldn't even look a my snakes he hated them so much, he stopped killing them and if he came across a species I was after, he would, make a plan to catch, it by chasing it into a bag, tin or drum, lol I don't know how he did it, but he did.
Those were the days, wildlife all around, we would have to bring our dogs in at night or the leopards would get them.
The farm is no longer it is a suburb now, with malls and shops.
My parent might be comming to visit in November I'll ask them to bring pics.
