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When I was 10 I was fascinated with reptiles and would search for snakes all over the neighborhood. I put some of my prize snakes in a box I made for their home. The box fit under my bed out of sight of anyone and I thought it was just my secret. I did not take into account my mothers clean house passion and of course while I was at school she went to vacuum under my bed and found the box which she then proceeded to open. Of course the snakes immediately slithered out and my mother ran screaming to the neighbors and hysterically called my father at work. You would think I had murdered someone for all the punishment I received. Even my beloved Grandma called me “ worse than Peck's Bad Boy!, which I assumed must have been pretty bad. I never lived it down as my mother would still bring it up when she was in her 90’s.