I have always had an affinity for animals, all animals really, but ones with fur most of all. I have shared company with all sorts of furry creatures; dogs, cats, guinea pigs, rats, etc. It never really mattered to me, I liked them all. What I wasn't fond of was anything with scales (excluding fish) and feathers.
That was until about 6 1/2 years ago. My step-son Paulie had moved into an apartment of his own and in his 18 years of wisdom decided that it was the perfect time to bring a baby ball python into his home. 'Ok, whatever'. That worked great until he then decided that maybe living on his own wasn't as great as he thought it would be.
So, now what to do with this snake that his step-dad decided couldn't come along for the free room and board deal? Hmm what to do with him??? Now if he was a kitten, I wouldn't have given it a second thought, he would have a forever home.
But he wasn't a kitten...he was a snake; an icky, slimy snake.
After much debate and looking for a place for him to go (apparently, petstores do not like to take them back) it was decided by my husband that the baby snake would be able to stay here - just until we find another place for him to go.
Yeah, that was 6 1/2 years ago. In that time, we have learned to feed him (frozen/thawed, of course), to keep him clean and healthy, and yes we have even grown attached to him.
Iskybibble (that will be a whole 'nother blog) has paved the way for anoles, bearded dragons and other assorted lizards.
I have officially become a reptile enthusiast.
I have officially become a reptile enthusiast.
I still don't do feathers though (sorry Kathy)
