Believe it or not, my dad used to take his snake(s) out for walks. Not with a leash, of course — he placed the snake around his neck.
Often, people didn’t even notice the snake around his neck. But when they did notice, they either responded with fear (“Don’t get too close to me!”) or with fascination. (Some days the snake was a “chick magnet.”)
One day after noticing my father’s snake, a man walking through the park remarked, “That’s what I like about this country — it takes all kinds.”
Believe it or not, my dad used to take his snake(s) out for walks. Not with a leash, of course — he placed the snake around his neck.
Often, people didn’t even notice the snake around his neck. But when they did notice, they either responded with fear (“Don’t get too close to me!”) or with fascination. (Some days the snake was a “chick magnet.”)
One day after noticing my father’s snake, a man walking through the park remarked, “That’s what I like about this country — it takes all kinds.”