I don’t like snakes. As far as I am concerned, the only good snake is one I don’t ever see. I know they have their place in nature and some of them are even beneficial but I prefer that they stay far, far away and hidden from sight. In sharp contrast, my son Zack likes the slithering creatures. Not surprisingly, this difference in taste has caused a few issues in the past. When Zack was a kid he asked several times to have a pet snake. My answer was always the same: “Son, when you grow up maybe you will marry a woman who likes snakes and you can have all the snakes you want in your house, but as long as you live in my house, we aren’t going to have a pet snake. How about a hermit crab?” This kept away the pet snakes until sometime during Zack’s college days. He purchased a baby ball python and kept it in an aquarium. During one summertime visit he showed up for a two or three day stay and brought along his “pet.” Against my better judgment I agreed that he could keep the snake in the bedroom just for these fe
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Community, Pages 6 on 11/24/2010
Print Headline: Recalling 'The Snake Incident'