My son had to have braces fitted, so I said he could have the snake that he was always asking for. Thinking a rescue would be a good thing to do, I contacted the local rspca, who put me in touch with the guy who looked after all their rescues. Arranged to meet at his flat, he had what looked like flat plastic storage boxes, about 7 or 8 high, around every wall. Under these were mice and rat cages. Anyway, he gave us the tour, said he was actively breeding endangered snakes for various zoos around the world, and would I like to see some? Bugger me! He must have had some of the most dangerous snakes going! Cobra, gaboon viper, etc. He put one box in the middle of the floor, undone the lid a little, and it rattled! Eastern diamond back! I crapped myself! Then he got the bloody thin
g partly out. After what seemed an age he replaced the lid and put it back. We ended up buying a baby East Florida kingsnake from eggs he'd hatched. Fascinating and frightening at the same time.