His tank with heat and all his ‘furniture’ and such is on the floor now with a fresh thawed mouse put in every day.
My kitchen looks like the inside of a submarine because I’ve blacked out the window and put red lights in the fixtures to simulate darkness.
People go out of their way to kill every snake they see, here.
Little tiny harmless milk and ring necks get killed with as much prejudice as copperheads.
Except for the black rat snake who lives in my smokehouse, I haven’t seen one in years that wasn’t smashed on the road.
Eeek! What about strange people (on FR and elsewhere) who have MICE for pets and name them things like “Mickey” and “Minnie”? Not me! . . but, I’m sure there must be some.
Husband spent a long time freeing a garden snake from the bird netting he’d managed to entangle himself in last year. The snake almost squeezed the tar out of his arm; but he finally got him untangled. - This year, he has grown a lot and comes out and visits my husband when he’s working in the garden, totally unafraid of us.