I Love Snakes! Tarantulas I’m Just In-Like With.
I didn’t expect to love holding a snake. In fact, I had a whole tummy drop moment when I realized that my brave face was about to be put to the test.
My friends and I, a toddler friend too, spent the afternoon at Reptilia. My request when booking the session was, “I want to hold a big scary snake.” What I really meant by ‘want’ was, “I should do this to get over the fear of doing this.” They delivered.
When I held Pablo, I realized he wasn’t scary at all. He was a real charmer (pun intended). His slow movements and strong hug made me feel instantly comfortable. OK, the strong hug from a constrictor sounds scarier then it felt. He was pliable enough that you could stop him from over-hugging easily. I recommend finding a snake to hug… you know, for therapy. It was a phenomenal experience.
The tarantula was a different story. I started sweating almost immediately and then was distinctly aware of my hands vibrating ever so slightly. Thank goodness I didn’t smell like a male tarantula. Not because they smell bad, but because of the, ‘eating him after sex’ problem.
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