TWENTY-SEVEN: MONTY THE PYTHON

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Although, it was both Adonis's and I idea to get a dog, it was his idea to own a pet snake. He had always wanted one, he told me one day.

"You want a what?" I asked, incredulous. "Hell no! Why the hell would you want a snake? What good are they for? They just sit there and look scary."

"I don't know," He admitted with that awkward grin he always had. "I just think they're cool."

Although I was scared out of my mind, and hoped he would just give up on the idea, I still remained a good sport. Adonis started bringing books home about pet snakes, learning which ones were better than others and how to maintain them, I read those books right along with him and learned as well. Finally, he settled on a ball python, because they were docile snakes that would typically roll themselves into a ball if they were threatened instead of trying to bite. Another plus was that they didn't grow any bigger than five feet long, which still startled me, though, because I'm literally only five feet tall.

We found a pet store that specialized in exotic pets. They stocked all different kinds of snakes and lizards. Although I tried to pull off being brave, Adonis could tell by the way my eyes skittered around to every corner of the store that I was feeling really jumpy inside.

"It's okay, baby," he reminded me, grabbing my hand and gently kissing it. "They're all in cages and aquariums. I won't let nothing hurt you."

When one of the clerks approached us, Adonis told him that we were thinking about getting a snake. Adonis and the clerk started discussing pythons. To Adonis's amazement and my own, I just stood next to him without saying a word--a rare occasion.

Adonis already acquired a forty-gallon aquarium tank, a heat lamp, heat rocks, and everything else that we needed. When he told the clerk this, he went into the back room and returned with a ball python wrapped around his arm. I hate to say it, but as soon as I saw that, I was gone. I didn't just walk fast, I dipped right out that store and ran out the door, then turned around and stared at Adonis from outside the store, bug-eyed.

He started cracking up. "Baby, chill out! Everything's cool!" he said, and then I started laughing, too. "Get your ass back in here, girl!" he chuckled again.

I came back into the store slowly, keeping my eye on that python, which by now had wrapped itself around Adonis's arm. The clerk told Adonis all about the snake and its feeding habits--it ate live mice--while I stepped a little closer.

Once I calmed down, Adonis said, "Come on, baby. Check it out." He held the snake toward me on his arm.

I reluctantly put my arm out. The python went right over to it and wrapped itself around my arm. I tensed for a minute, but then relaxed again.

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