- Dec 14, 2012
Ah, that's so awesome! I never had big snakes, and we don't really get wild ones around here either, so snakes are more of a rarity to us, I guess.I had several pet snakes growing up. I only named the first three, though.
Sydney was my first. He was a Texas Bull Snake.
Pete was my second; a six-foot red-railed boa constrictor. He was actually the personal pet of the guy who ran the fish and reptile center at the pet store, but he gave Pete to me as a birthday gift when he had to go back out on the road. He was a truck-driver, primarily.
Herbie was my third; a Speckled Kingsnake.
I had a couple of others over the years, including a rescued boa, and a grey-banded kingsnake, but I reached a point where I didn't feel comfortable keeping anything in a cage, so I stopped keeping reptiles as pets.
I still catch them occasionally, though. Especially venomous ones that encroach on the property of wherever I've worked. I catch them to ease the anxiety of my co-workers and release them elsewhere, in places where they are less likely to come across humans.
Honestly, I do it more for the snakes, so they won't get killed by ignorant people, than I do for the humans.
I've had garter snakes and corn snakes, and thats it. The corn snakes were multiple though; we bought an old female from a pet shop who turned out to be pregnant and Loopy was one of her babies. We rescued Houdini-Kai from my uncle, bought Comet, Magna, Lagoon and Granite for breeding some day. Eventually Houdini ended up breeding with the old female, BamBam, so we had a bunch more from there. Not good quality babies because BamBam was so old but in our defence, we were told Houdini was a female when we got him and he lived with Bam for about two years before they ever mated! How romantic.
Comet was the last of the snakes we kept and he died earlier this year. He was about 17. He as very sweet and shy and ran away from his food if you tried to wiggle it for him. It had to be left in a sheltered spot and everybody had to leave the room before he'd eat, hah.
Bonus fact: Loopy's actual name was Little Loop Spaghetti Hoop as he was red/orange with bright orange saddles. He only lived for a few weeks, as did most of his siblings. He died in my hands.
Ahem, back on topic, sorry, hah!