My dad used to get us all kinds of animals,
much to my mother's chagrin, that included
a small (6 foot long)boa constrictor.
He was kewl, but it bothered me to feed him
since he lived on a strict diet of live mice. sick
So much to mom's delight, I decided to either
sell him, or trade him for a different pet.
...and to that end, I used to carry him around
in my purse. I used to snicker at the prospect
of a purse snatcher. laugh