patm1313
Pyromaniac
I was posting a reply about kids being exposed to snakes in school, and thought about making this thread. It's just you telling everybody about your first experiences with snakes (any snakes, not just corns) and how you eventually worked your way to corn snakes.
Here's my experience:
I was about 5 years old. I was playing near a rock pile at my house, slamming some rocks together, and I was just about to hit a rock when a presumed garter snake came out of the rock pile (probably pissed by the noise that I was making at its front door) and bit me on my lower right leg. I went inside, showed my dad, and he told me I was bitten by a snake. Well, Cool. But he had to go get the phone, call poison control and make sure I wasn't bitten by a freakin' black mamba (google it). I live in PA, so there is only like one species of poisonus snake in the state, which was far away from my location anyway. Well, there was the beginning of my love of snakes. Well, I got bitten one more time somewhere in the woods. And the third time I was just screwing around with a garter that I had found resting on the thick branches of a pine. I went down to pick him up off the ground, and he bit me. Oh well that's my fault. Well, I handled several more large and small snakes over the years, temporarily caring for one, and evntually, just this last christmas, I asked for one (after pumpig my mom full of info about corns and their wonderfulness). I was the only thing I wanted. So, I got one. A creamsicle Motley that I named that day as Flame. I lloked in the 5 gallon plastic tank and was thinking Haha, that's funny, you got me an empty tank with a water bowl, you evil (insert explicitive here). Anyway, there, coiled up in a little oval (not unlike the way he is in my picture) is my corn!
Here's my experience:
I was about 5 years old. I was playing near a rock pile at my house, slamming some rocks together, and I was just about to hit a rock when a presumed garter snake came out of the rock pile (probably pissed by the noise that I was making at its front door) and bit me on my lower right leg. I went inside, showed my dad, and he told me I was bitten by a snake. Well, Cool. But he had to go get the phone, call poison control and make sure I wasn't bitten by a freakin' black mamba (google it). I live in PA, so there is only like one species of poisonus snake in the state, which was far away from my location anyway. Well, there was the beginning of my love of snakes. Well, I got bitten one more time somewhere in the woods. And the third time I was just screwing around with a garter that I had found resting on the thick branches of a pine. I went down to pick him up off the ground, and he bit me. Oh well that's my fault. Well, I handled several more large and small snakes over the years, temporarily caring for one, and evntually, just this last christmas, I asked for one (after pumpig my mom full of info about corns and their wonderfulness). I was the only thing I wanted. So, I got one. A creamsicle Motley that I named that day as Flame. I lloked in the 5 gallon plastic tank and was thinking Haha, that's funny, you got me an empty tank with a water bowl, you evil (insert explicitive here). Anyway, there, coiled up in a little oval (not unlike the way he is in my picture) is my corn!