cfiscel
Dreamin' of Charleston
At work everyone knows I own snakes. Naturally, most are repulsed and ask me questions like "What do you do with a snake?" or "How can you sleep at night with those things in your house?" Occasionally someone will go beyond their suppositions and become curious about my hobby. This happened last week when one of my coworkers told me that she had told her six year old boy about my snakes and that since then he was bugging her constantly to see them. She admitted to being terrified of snakes but did ask me to bring them over to appease her son. So I pull up to the house and see the silhouette of a little boy in the window suddenly run for the door. I walked inside with my okeetee, lavender, and pastel ball. I could see the fear in her eyes and her son's overwhelming enthusiasm busting out all over. He immediately asked if he could hold one and was elated when I placed the okeetee in his hands. Meanwhile his mother kept eyeing the lavender and quietly asked if she could touch it. Once she did this she decided to take the plunge and actually hold the 18 inch monster. She was a little skittish at first (the mother) but I could see relief wash over her after a few minutes as she realized she was not going to be eaten. Then she began talking in a baby voice, calling the lavender by name, commenting on her "big little" eyes and saying how pretty she was. Needless to say I was very happy that she overcame her fear and I believe she mentioned even wanting one. I hope that one day the general public can push through its ignorance and gain a better appreciation of not only snakes but all of nature. Chris