infectious????

that is an understatement. my obsession with snakes more than runs my life... it is my life. I cannot go more than 10 seconds at any given time, not even in a dream, without thinking about snakes in some way. When I am on vacation... I am wondering what kinds of snakes I might find. I am also saying to myself that I miss my snakes. When I eat... I think about which snakes need to eat and what I will feed them that day. When I sleep, i dream no less than every other night that I am finding some crazy giant pink and green garter snake. Sometimes, I just like to lay on the carpet of the snakeroom and stare at the ceiling. I have even found myself napping there. It is warm, it is dry... quiet, safe secure.... just like a hidey. Just so long as I am around the snakes... I am happy. I would rather do that than watch TV or use a computer, any day.

(but I have to get to my boyfriends house at some point at night)