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hehehe gotta love snakes. If I leave out California kings (which have a love/hate relationship with me) I can count the number of bites I have received on 2 hands, in over 16 years.
But my very first one is the one that has ingrained a healthy respect for snakes.
I was keeping my Burms at a friends house. He had a reptile room, was a breeder/wholesaler and my buddy and I were apprenticing from him. In exchange for learning the ropes of the biz and free room for the snakes, we cleaned and fed everything. Well one of his friends had a problem and dumped several dozen feet worth of pythons on us. We had no choice but to double up our animals, and so feeding day was real fun. One eats in the enclosure, the other on the floor.
I had been real careful all day, but the last one was my first snake, my special girl. The one I assigned all sorts of dog/human traits to. The one I "trusted", the one too smart to mistake me for a rabbit. After she finished swallowing I just reached down to pick her up and put her away.
She nailed me right on the wrist and proceeding to put all 10 feet of her body in tight coils up my arm and around my neck. Luckily there were 3 other people in the room at the time, so it never got more than uncomfortable.
One of the guys was new to snake keeping, and in the process says "this may sound like a stupid question, but doesn't that hurt?"
I said yeah, it does sound stupid, cause yeah, it hurts quite a bit.
Anyway, the "stupid bite club" has a large and rather distinguished membership, welcome!
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