20 years ago, this month, I got a corn snake. She was a cute little thing, I could work with her wrapped around my wrist. Feeding her was a pain, because she'd eat "3 blind mice" but getting her to start eating was difficult. I don't know how many months old she was, but it was in the "months." Fast forward 20 years. 2 passports later, I just realized yesterday when I went to the snake food store to get her some lunch, that it was April 1991 when I brought her home from the store. Figure a mouse every other week on average, and that is a lot of dead mice. (Shedding and egg-laying periods excepted) And the eggs - when that starts, you have no idea what is wrong. She won't eat, she looks hungry - setting mice free - then you take the snake in and they "feel her up" to find "oh, female, bound up with eggs." Now every couple of years, I have to build a nest so she'll find a safe place for her eggs, even though they are infertile, as she's never known the company of a male. Then she'll "incubate" them for about a day or less, then abandon them. When I see kids in the store with their parents, all excited, I just want to say "You know, your kids are going to be long done with college and you'll still be feeding this snake?" But I keep my mouth shut. 20 years is a long time to be in a cage. She could have another 5 to 15 to go. I can't help but think that captive reptiles aren't a good thing. On the other hand, it is good that people are interested in them. She could outlive my 4 year old dog. I think about "what will I feel like when the snake dies?" I have no idea. It won't be anything tragic, but I'm sure it will be odd. You can't love a snake. (I'd seriously question anyone that did.) However, it is one of my life's most stable relationships. But most of all, thinking about it made me feel old.