I was a wee lad of 5 traveling to Fla with my parents in 1958. My older brother pointed out a dead snake in the road while we were stopped at a traffic light in.....S. Carolina, I think. I was fascinated, but for some reason my parents wouldn't let me get out and bring the snake into the car. Some people. The DOR was an Eastern King--I still can see the pattern in my memory's eye.
A few years later, the family was in New Jersy, and stopped at a nature center where they had a live snake. I spent most of the time there staring at the snake, yet another Eastern King. Many years later, I found a fine Eastern King in New Jersy while on a snake hunt. I left it there.
A lot of herps come and gone through the years, many left wild and free, many collected and brought home. These days, mostly CB, hooray for the breeders. The first of the first, though, was the King of Kingsnakes; visiting Keith's site was like looking through the window of a childhood home. Hmmm. Maybe I need a life? Naaahhh.
