“Are you going through the change?” “Don’t you have enough animals?” “You are crazy!”
Just some of the reactions I’ve received for getting a corn snake in my fifties.
The problem is…
I’m not your average 50ish year old. Not looking at real estate in a southern warm state 55+ living gated community. I’m not your average Afro/Spanish/Jamaica unmarried woman with no children, 50ish year old.
I don’t fit the hype, stereo-type, your ignorant pre-conception of what an older life should entail.
This is about Harvie, a corn snake I received at 4 months of age and thriving. It is too young to undergo a probing that could determine its’ sex. I have no interest in knowing the sex.
Harvie is just Harvie.
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