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. 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.