#snakeys

(by which I mean, people who have/had pet snakes or who care/cared for snakes as part of the their job or who study/studied snakes & their behavior)

Would it be safe to allow a domesticated (or semi-domesticated) snake to roam a house for a few days to take care of a rodent problem?

As soon as possible.

This is a thought brewing through Terry's mind the minute he's established and secure in the notion that beloved's wholly his and that this connection they have is the real deal; a thing of actual devotion. That he's known and seen and understood for what he is. Wholly. Without any masks, pretense, posturing and bullshit, for lack of a better word. He's a cobra. Which, some situationships, conquests, affairs might've dragged on for years and yielded no such conclusion and desire for Terry the eternal Billionaire Playboy CEO, but Terry, man of extremes, could've known beloved for merely a couple of months and be entirely prepared to have offsprings with them when he had no such itch with anyone else --- a matter of clicking, really. Could've gone as far as him seeing them for he first time and already pondering how he wants to fuck them raw and tie them to himself in the most permanent way he can. He's warm blooded reptile, after all. This is the time when he starts wanting children from beloved too.

Might mention it, say, over dinner.

He'll be very blunt about it.

He has a big, spacious mansion or ten, thirty five rooms merely in one of them, eighteen bathrooms, for all we know, pools, cars, a paid staff, a family company he inherited and a couple he established on his own, more money than he can spend and everything he could wish for in the world and more. I want children, he'll just say, outright, with no pussyfooting around the facts. He's a man of business, negotiations, confidence and enterprise --- one of the richest men around The Valley, and there's no room for bashfulness and hesitations in his world and so, he will just bring it up to beloved, looking straight at them, unblinking eyes, not a trace of humor about him. They're going to wrap up this dinner, finish their meal, their drinks, pay the bill and they're going to go home and get straight to business that same night, or maybe even en route there, during the car ride back, for warm up. He intends to keep fucking beloved for days and weeks until it yields actual results.

Oh my god, this girl is a real bitch, do you think you're Juliet's only fanatic or what?

And then you say that everyone hates you, that they all bully you, that you want to leave the fandom because there is so much drama, and then you insult anyone just because that person does what any normal fanatic would do?

You're obsessed and I'm not surprised that every couple of months, Juliet stops following you.