Growing up as a child in the city we had a small vacant field next door that was always filled tons of mother natures creatures. My mother has always been a fan of spiders and insects, can't say that I got that trait from her, deathly scared of spiders for some reason, but I would always head out to that field on the way home and overturn every rock and log looking to see what lied under neither. I found my first garter snake around the age of 5 or six. I began researching my love of snake in school and learned that I had been looking in all the wrong places for the "cool" snakes that my mother didn't want me to find. I remember at the age 8 I finally found that cool snake I wanted crossing the field, was named before I had even made it the 30 seconds back to the house...."stripes". Needless to say my mother made me immediately quit handling the very friendly coral snake and release him back into the field and bought my first ball python. Ever since then I quest for finding another coral snake has never ended, nor has the growth of my collection.
Luckily I have been blessed enough to have found a women in my life that shares the excitement of snakes and has allowed my collection to grow, but currently at a stop letting me know, that no more homes will be given until I give her a new bigger home, so yeah we went home shopping last night because I found an absolutely beautiful GTP that is really wanting to come home with me
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