Something to ponder while having that first cup of coffe.
Just damn. And no opportunity for a richly-deserved Darwin Award.
Probably written on April Fools.
Something to ponder while pondering whether I should indulge my six-year-old daughter's new desire for a pet boa.
I wanted her to grow up appreciating snakes and not fearing them. So I've been talking to her about snakes for weeks. I know a fair amount about them becuase they have fascinated me since I was a kid. I've owned all different kinds during my life, although 20 years ago I gave away my last pet boa because I suddenly lost the heart for feeding them mice.
I took my daughter to a pet store yesterday and encouraged her to hold one of the baby boas, because I wanted her to have the experience. She was hesitant at first, but within 20 minutes was handling it like she was Steve Irwin or something. She was beaming, and smiling ear to ear, and showing it to everybody who would look. "I love this," she said.
Now she is bugging us to get a pet snake. Not sure if I want to go there again, but I figure, what the hell, at least I'll be less traumatized than my poor mom was when I started keeping snakes as a kid.