That first corn looks like my very first snake...I was like 11 years old and talked my dad into letting me get it becase it was so small (and he had had a couple of beers
). His name was X-ray because if you held him up to the light you could see his organs (lack of pigment). Needless to say he died in about three weeks because I had no idea how to take care of a reptile. That, however, started the addiction. I haven't really been without a snake (or many) for more that a couple of years at a time since then. This post brings back memorys
