Description: My problem with reptiles undoubtedly began when I begat three sons. If my husband had only gifted me with daughters. How many girls do you know who love snakes. It really started when a science teacher visited my first-born’s third grade to teach metrics. He brought along a six-foot boa constrictor, stretched it out and invited the children to measure it. My son didn’t learn anything about metrics, but from that day on he was fascinated with snakes. But – while I developed Excedrin Headaches Number 14 through 48 learning to cope with the situation – I was determined not to display my intense dislike for reptiles. After all, I had no right to pawn my neurosis off onto my children. So I ground my teeth, developed an eye twitch and carried on with a smile. An assortment of reptiles soon slithered through the house – banded by king snakes, a pencil-thin green snake, baby boas and striped garter snakes. None of them lasted very long, however. They either escaped from their terrarium homes or refused to eat and withered away. Read More