I've been thinking about what it is about snakes I like so much. I 've concluded that it is the simplicity of them. They are so deliberate in all that they do. I actually enjoy cleaning, feeding, watching them. They never are in a rush, except to eat, which is not unlike myself. They force me to slow down, wait, and do the next right thing. When I handle mine I am more relaxed, less anxious, and still enjoy just staring at them. I love the way they move. They are attractive and just awesome to me.
I am still amazed at what I call the shock effect, when someone finds out I have boas. There seems to be no middle ground-either people are disgusted and frightened or they are intrigued and curious. I am asked at least twice a day what pets I keep, and always get the comment, "if you like animals so much how can you feed your snake a rat?" Honestly, I'm not sure how I do that, I buy live and it still grates my stomach a bit to whack a rat. It took me a dozen or more to get it right. Mice have never bothered me, but the first rat almost made me puke.
I suppose I revere nature a little more than I do my emotional make-up. Snakes are incredible creatures.


