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Lesson
Lesson:
As a child I use to walk the tracks with my brothers it was a good memory, better than most others
We would throw rocks, wait for trains, and sometimes get lucky and catch snakes
The thing about a snake, is that when you pick him up you, must be quick and precise
You snatch him first by the back end of his jaws, so that he cannot bite then he immediately
Wraps around your arm, depending on how big of one you want to save, is the difference
In his strength
The last wild snake I caught for fun was a 6 foot eastern diamond back; I was worried about him being
On the tracks I didn’t want him to get hit by a train, I never accused one snake for understanding
They are a snake how could they, I was never bitten until the day
I was cleaning the aquarium for my python he was close to 10 feet he smelt the water on me
He snapped at my hand, I bled just a bit but I couldn’t get mad it wasn’t his fault it was mine
I would usually hold him on my neck whenever I cleaned his things, I changed a simple routine and he
Was simply reacting
I guess what I failed to learn from my past, that the beauty of a snake is not there means of survival,
But the truth in its meaning, I was different, and they do not adjust to change, it is not that they
Intentionally want to harm you, it’s all about survival and surviving, I have been guilty of misjudging
A creature, I should know rather well, but anyway here is the lesson of how to handle a snake, be gentle
Quick and precise snatch him behind his jaws, as his strength try’s to intimidate you and he wraps
Around your arm, talk to him calmly and speak soft, he will relax into you, when he feels your heart
Please if your emotions are stirred, and your backed into a corner, and there is nothing to do,
You have to just to keep your mind from crashing, in so many pieces, because you didn't have a chance
To think things through,
Remember the lesson of my beautiful python Aries I always hold him on my neck when I clean his aquarium
It was my fault he snapped at me I take the blame he drew blood but it was not his fault I stirred him up
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As a child I use to walk the tracks with my brothers it was a good memory, better than most others
We would throw rocks, wait for trains, and sometimes get lucky and catch snakes
The thing about a snake, is that when you pick him up you, must be quick and precise
You snatch him first by the back end of his jaws, so that he cannot bite then he immediately
Wraps around your arm, depending on how big of one you want to save, is the difference
In his strength
The last wild snake I caught for fun was a 6 foot eastern diamond back; I was worried about him being
On the tracks I didn’t want him to get hit by a train, I never accused one snake for understanding
They are a snake how could they, I was never bitten until the day
I was cleaning the aquarium for my python he was close to 10 feet he smelt the water on me
He snapped at my hand, I bled just a bit but I couldn’t get mad it wasn’t his fault it was mine
I would usually hold him on my neck whenever I cleaned his things, I changed a simple routine and he
Was simply reacting
I guess what I failed to learn from my past, that the beauty of a snake is not there means of survival,
But the truth in its meaning, I was different, and they do not adjust to change, it is not that they
Intentionally want to harm you, it’s all about survival and surviving, I have been guilty of misjudging
A creature, I should know rather well, but anyway here is the lesson of how to handle a snake, be gentle
Quick and precise snatch him behind his jaws, as his strength try’s to intimidate you and he wraps
Around your arm, talk to him calmly and speak soft, he will relax into you, when he feels your heart
Please if your emotions are stirred, and your backed into a corner, and there is nothing to do,
You have to just to keep your mind from crashing, in so many pieces, because you didn't have a chance
To think things through,
Remember the lesson of my beautiful python Aries I always hold him on my neck when I clean his aquarium
It was my fault he snapped at me I take the blame he drew blood but it was not his fault I stirred him up
Seascape
Published 9th Jul 2014
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