We're all different really. I grew up with lots of snakes, nearly all venomous. Got into trouble from my parents for bringing them home as pets. Even brought home a 2.25 metre python which my father didn't appreciate. Insisted it wasn't to be kept inside the house. Nearly got caught one time when my parents were out and the snake got out of my room and knocked over a row of potted plants, breaking some of the pots. I did a quick repotting job (maybe the start of my liking for gardening?) but my parents noticed it all looked "different". Where I did get caught out was when the snake got into the washing machine and dislodged a fan belt. My father opened up the back of the washing machine to see what was wrong and came face to face with the python. He wasn't too happy. One of our neighbours was good though. If the snake got into his place he'd just call me over to catch it. Although, he'd never touch it himself. I have so many childhood memories relating to snakes that I look back on as funny/pleasant memories. Needless to say, I also have a huge number of adult memories of snakes. Where I live now there's a far greater variety of snake species, but only half or less would be venomous. I respect them rather than fear them. And these days I don't interfere or try to make pets of them as much as I did as a child. Ahh ..... that's the trouble with growing up, a lot of the fun disappears and you're expected to "act adult".
