Ball Pythons are the snake of my heart. They are beautiful, gentle and curious snakes.
I got my ball python when she was a foot long and about six weeks old. She would slither into a paper towel roll and only her head and little tail would be sticking out.
they come as handheld babies and curl the end of their tail around a finger for support, and within months they are bigger and require a neck, or arm to wrap around.
Their heads are so cute. They remind me of little dogs in the way they are curious.
I love seeing them open their mouth wide and seemingly toothless to yawn.
I love watching them bend their heads slightly to drink, resembling humming birds in their grace, their lips barely touching the water.
I would sometimes put my ball python in the shower with me to give her a moisture treatment. She would curl her body around the shower rack and prob her tongue out at the wall to drink the water dropelets on the wall.
Ball Pythons are sweet snakes. She opened the hearts of many non-snake people, and even encouraged a couple of my friends to get ball pythons of their own.
In the wintertime I would put Hadassah my snake under the covers with me to keep her warm. She would lay her body out flat aganist my flank and leg and stay there in the dark and warmth the entire night. If I put the heating blanket on, she would stay there all day.
They go through cycles like we do. Being a woman, I relate to the sheding, to a letting go every month. A snake sheds its skin once every 1-3 months depending on growth. Right before a snake sheds, its becomes vulnerable. It cannot see. The snake is quiet, and tightly uncomfortable in its old, dry skin. After a snake sheds, its colors are bright. Its skin is soft, and the new cycle begins again.
I love watching a snake eat. It is a spectacle. It is sad and amazing what a snake has to go through to eat. I believe in Genesis God really did punish the snake, not only by taking away its legs, but by forcing it to pop out its jaw and digest a creature whole--fur, bones and all.
Ball Pythons are animals that cannot cry, beg or wine for attention. Their complains are subtle. It is the fraction of difference in behavior. For this reason, I believe they are botissatvas of creatures. They breathe, they slither, they wait, they drink.
They are physical manifestations of grace.
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