Anyway, we were visiting this girl, having good discussions about all sort of things, spiritual and otherwise, when her brother passes by after waking up from a nap. With a snake around his neck. I didn't give it much thought other than "Cool. A snake." My sister... almost freaked out. She pointed out the snake, and suddenly the conversation took a rather different turn. Not only did he give us lots of interesting facts about snakes and caring for them as pets, he also let me hold both the snake around his neck, but another, smaller specimen that he had. I had held a snake before(a very large one that took several people to hold, but a snake nonetheless), but this was the first time I had volunteered to hold one, let alone two. My sister... well, she pet them, but was very much against holding them. She is very much like Indiana Jones in that regard.
Why do I bring this up? Becuase I was actually rather suprised by myself when I held those snakes. It had been years since I had even seen a snake, let alone held one. I have to say, I was quite proud of myself, because if I were 12, I would have been reacting to the snakes in a manner similar to my sister. The very large snake I held all those years ago helped me get over my natural squeamishness around them, but I had honestly expected never to hold another serpent in my life.
Let me tell ya though, my mom nearly freaked out when she found out when we got home. Having grown up in Kentucky, where there are more poisonous snake species than out west, I totally understand. Accidentally mixing up the words "cobra" and "python" didn't help either.
So now you know that I actually kinda like snakes. Never thought I would type that phrase, but there it is.