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Am I the asshole for not warning my hookup about my snake room?

What kind of snakes are we talking here, so?

We're talking the thickest, longest snake, this side of the Mississippi.

You know, my snake was named salmon snake, actually.

Really?

Wow.

Is it because I crowned it? Yeah.

Okay, I apologize for the clickbady title, but that literally is what it was.

I bought a house a year ago and living alone in a three bedroom house, I had plenty of room

to spare.

I have a pet snake, a ball by fun.

She's full grown at four and a half feet long. She's very lazy and

chill and mostly just lays under the heat lamps in her tank. But when I bought the house,

I decided to let her have a run of a room since I had extra space. So I sealed up the windows,

doors, vents, light fixtures, pretty much any crack it could squeeze through and left the

top off her tank

so she can roam around. So there's a whole snake room now. Wow. Just one snake. Just one snake.

I got some big piece of driftwood and screw them together to make basically a big cat tree for snakes.

She loves climbing it and hanging out by the window. Though a lot of times she just lays in the tank.

She likes the heat land. I've also got a few aquariums and terrariums in there with my octopus and lizards all very well covered to keep the snake out. So man has a whole freaking zoo in his apartment. God damn. I've also got a sign on the door that says, no step on SNCC. S-N-E-K. Why don't you spell it right? So people won't do it.

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