Yes, I touched a live python snake last Sunday!
It was a four-month-old pet python, the size of a diameter of a finger, owned by a neighbor of my nephew.
I ran my fingers through the back and the belly of the snake. It was unbelievably soft and smooth.
I was a snake-phobic before as everyone else is. And it was a long-time personal challenge to be able to touch it.
Many opportunities passed in the past but fear always overtook me. Last Sunday was another chance but I was very afraid. "Now or never," I told myself.
And I did it.
And speaking of snake, I have a story to tell.
One day in my fourth year high school, I was stationed to guard the back of the school together with a classmate. It was part of our civilian army training course.
We were guarding the wire fence whole day when we spotted a crawling, big-headed, slender-bodied, green baby snake in front of us.
I don't know if I participated in it but the snake was stoned to death!
Fear crawled through our spines when we came to think: when there's a baby snake, there's a big mother snake around!
It was creepy and more when we thought of eyes of a big snake looking at us at that very moment - somewhere on that grassy field beyond the fence!
We were not guarding the fence from illegal entrants anymore. But for a big green snake to appear suddenly.
If it did appear, we already knew what to do - RUNNN!!!
Fear only stopped when school that day was over.
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