Comments on: Snakes. I Love Snakes. https://blogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/blog/2007/01/12/snakes-i-love-snakes/ Culture, Politics, Academia and Other Shiny Objects Sun, 14 Jan 2007 02:52:00 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=5.4.15 By: Timothy Burke https://blogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/blog/2007/01/12/snakes-i-love-snakes/comment-page-1/#comment-3121 Sun, 14 Jan 2007 02:52:00 +0000 http://weblogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/?p=315#comment-3121 I used to find my rosy boa’s consumption of a live mouse pretty interesting, but I could see why it would bother some people.

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By: katy https://blogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/blog/2007/01/12/snakes-i-love-snakes/comment-page-1/#comment-3120 Sun, 14 Jan 2007 02:23:39 +0000 http://weblogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/?p=315#comment-3120 Snakes are the best thing ever. The fact that someone else — someone who is not a herpetologist (much as you seem to have been interested) — knows what a hognose snake is, and even knows about their defensive tricks, has made my day measurably happier.

CMarko: As for feeding them small scared animals, most captive bred snakes are perfectly happy (and in the case of my resident ball python happier) with frozen pre-killed rats . Simply thaw, warm, and dangle in front of said snake’s snout.

I find myself wishing more and more lately that I were in grad school for herpetology…

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By: CMarko https://blogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/blog/2007/01/12/snakes-i-love-snakes/comment-page-1/#comment-3119 Sun, 14 Jan 2007 01:59:19 +0000 http://weblogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/?p=315#comment-3119 My problem with snakes has always been that you have to feed them small animals. One of my worst memories is of watching a group of black mambas (behind glass, thankfully) fighting over some small, terrified mice. I’m no big fan of mice, but seeing them paralyzed and half-eaten… Ugh.

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By: withywindle https://blogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/blog/2007/01/12/snakes-i-love-snakes/comment-page-1/#comment-3118 Sat, 13 Jan 2007 20:11:19 +0000 http://weblogs.swarthmore.edu/burke/?p=315#comment-3118 Never, never, have I read an entry of yours with more disbelief and lack of sympathy. Snakes. Eek. I faint. I shudder. I call to my wife–“Goldberry, dear–could you come deal with this snake for me?”

I will name my first-born Patrick Mongoose Withywindle, to symbolize my attitude toward snakes.

I suppose it’s not as bad as all that. I’ve even touched some snakes at the show-and-tells for kids at zoos and science centers. But that will do.

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