Amanda E
Snake Addict!
I love my snakes. My husband knows I love my snakes.
I will gladly show him photos after photos of them and when I get the snakes themselves out I always show them off..."Look honey, here's so-and-so. Isn't s/he pretty?" and he will obligingly look, smile, and nod his head, trying to not piss me off by looking too bored.
Well, jump to today's conversation...
I have my 4 foot male hypo out exercising him and my husband looks up and asks, "Has she laid her eggs yet?"
"What?" I say. "This is my male."
"Oh. I thought that was Banshee. They have the same look, the same belly," he says.
Okay...so now I think he's smoking crack, as Banshee is not even 3 foot long, much less a hypo. She is a ghost cornsnake, a gray snake with a white and black belly, not an orange snake with a red and black belly, like my hypo.
Banshee's not even the one I bred this year, though she may lay slugs so maybe that's what he meant. But still!
I'm starting to think that I could have pulled out a beautiful striped hypo lavender like Stephen Roylance keeps showing off and pass it off as a bloodred, because, of course, it has a plain belly just like a bloodred does.
I don't mean to say my husband's stupid. In actuality I sometimes think he's a genius. He just doesn't obsess over snakes like I do.
In the long run this may be a good thing. When I hatch out my baby snakes later this year I may be able to keep more than the predetermined quota I am allowed just because he won't know the difference. J/k. He'll see this now for sure (even though he never comes here) and start to pay closer attention to my collection. But, maybe then his eye's won't glaze over as I talk about them.
I will gladly show him photos after photos of them and when I get the snakes themselves out I always show them off..."Look honey, here's so-and-so. Isn't s/he pretty?" and he will obligingly look, smile, and nod his head, trying to not piss me off by looking too bored.
Well, jump to today's conversation...
I have my 4 foot male hypo out exercising him and my husband looks up and asks, "Has she laid her eggs yet?"
"What?" I say. "This is my male."
"Oh. I thought that was Banshee. They have the same look, the same belly," he says.
Okay...so now I think he's smoking crack, as Banshee is not even 3 foot long, much less a hypo. She is a ghost cornsnake, a gray snake with a white and black belly, not an orange snake with a red and black belly, like my hypo.
Banshee's not even the one I bred this year, though she may lay slugs so maybe that's what he meant. But still!
I'm starting to think that I could have pulled out a beautiful striped hypo lavender like Stephen Roylance keeps showing off and pass it off as a bloodred, because, of course, it has a plain belly just like a bloodred does.
I don't mean to say my husband's stupid. In actuality I sometimes think he's a genius. He just doesn't obsess over snakes like I do.
In the long run this may be a good thing. When I hatch out my baby snakes later this year I may be able to keep more than the predetermined quota I am allowed just because he won't know the difference. J/k. He'll see this now for sure (even though he never comes here) and start to pay closer attention to my collection. But, maybe then his eye's won't glaze over as I talk about them.