Article December 3, 2007 Issue

FROM THE MOM'S ANGLE

Caryl Emra Farkas

When my daughter asked for a snake for her birthday, I gulped in dread. Ever since she was a small child, she'd been fascinated with reptiles and fearless with the ones she met at petting zoos and at pet shops.

I, on the other hand, had a lifelong fear of snakes and had largely managed to avoid them. One time when I found a king snake in the greenhouse of our New Mexico home, I had to call a neighbor to remove it while I hid in another room.

Disturbed as I was at the thought of living with a snake, I felt that my anxiety was not a valid enough reason to turn down my daughter's request. She'd put in many hours of research, proving herself ready and able to care for an animal. She encouraged me by writing up pages of information with pictures of the type of snake she'd selected and spoke enthusiastically about the attractive appearance and disposition of the breed she'd chosen.

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