#snakeposting

I've wanted a snake ever since I was a kid. One of the first stuffed animals I had as a baby was a Beanie Baby snake. For years I would coil it around my wrist as though it were real. I would draw so many (anatomically inaccurate) snakes, I would roll up my blanket into a long tube and imagine I was sleeping with an anaconda, I would read anything and everything about snakes that I could find at the library. Most of my online usernames have been snake-related. The first birthday gift I asked for after moving in with my mom was a snake plushie.

AND NOW I HAVE ONE

I went halfway across the country to pick her up (small country but still). She's a ball python, normal het tristripe (not that I care about morphs), barely two years old.

I'm calling her Chestnut. So far she has shown zero braincell activity. She got stuck in the thermostat wires on day 1 (see below) and I had to lie on my back to unscrew the bolt that was holding the wires in place so she could get out. I love her so much.

Umlaut- the loft above my closet, which I need a ladder to reach but he somehow doesn't???

Dandelion- big pile of Jellycat dragons, cozypilled, snugglemaxing

Senna- cardboard box on my floor aka the feline special

Chrysanthemum- tarot card deck drawer, decides which decks pass the vibe check

Vita Prima- THE WALLS THE WALLS THE WALLS THE WALLS TH

Laurel- between any furniture and the wall, suspended by her own girth

Like, look at this beautiful man! I had to move for university and of course he came with me. My overgrown shoelace is so excited about everything happening outside his terrarium. He is stalking my every move, which is adorable. I'm feeling so loved by the fact he's interested in what I'm doing outside his terrarium <3

Why is that? I'm a giant doing weird new things outside his terrarium, and instead of reacting to it by being scared and suspicious of something as weird as a giant changing bedsheets. He is instead curious and would seemingly love to explore outside his terrarium.

Unfortunately I can't let my son explore freely, yet. I haven't snake proofed most things, and it's not safe for him to explore since things like the kitchenware cardboard box is full of potentially dangerous things and he's an overgrown shoelace that doesn't understand what a knife is.

Yet some people have the audacity to claim that snakes and reptiles are boring since all they do is hide and sleep. Nope, this absolute crackhead of a noodle is quite often up to something, just at dawn and dusk so I'm quite often asleep.

Granted, he's not like a dog who seeks out affection, or even like a cat that enjoys hanging out with you by simply sharing a space. Instead, he understands I'm not a threat and is curious about what I do, which feels way more special.

Heck, he even understands my schedules and was confused when I worked the night shift delivering newspapers.

Like, he stared at me like this for the two hours before I went to work since I was awake for two hours longer than I should be lmao