Hmm, I definitely have great appreciation for snakes, and value all of mine dearly, but not at all like a child -or my dogs. Perhaps the difference comes down to affection. My very favorite snake egg bound and died this year. When I found her, I felt physically ill, and was devastated. But it was nothing like my reaction to the cancer diagnosis in my dog Rose. For me, snakes are like aquariums, almost. I love and appreciate them and enjoy caring for them and watching them progress. They take up a lot of my time and attention, and working with them is therapeutic for me. They are among my most prized possessions, and I even appreciate the jerks and water bowl poopers for their differences. But I don't "love" them like a conscious dog that loves me back. They aren't concerned with who brings them a mouse on Tuesdays, and most could care less if I take them out that day. So, it's not that I "care" less about them, it's just not a warm fuzzy feeling I'd equate with the word love. If that makes sense.