One of my best friends from high school, Grant, got a pet snake when we were juniors. Grant’s little sister is Sissy, the little girl I used to babysit. That’s how I got the job, through Grant suggesting me.
Usually I’m terrified of snakes that are out in the wild, but pet snakes from Petco aren’t dangerous. They aren’t mean, unless you make them mean by banging on the glass and taunting them. One time I was bored so I went to Petsmart to hold a snake and pet it.
Grant was trying to think of names for it, and was coming up with the lamest stuff. He was suggesting human names, real ones that aren’t cool sounding. I explained that such a cool animal had to have a matching name, and that’s when I suggested Slade, and that’s what he went with when he made his decision a little later.
Like me, Sissy was scared of snakes, too, and she was having a hard time understanding that this snake will be nice if you’re careful with him. It took at least a month or more, but I finally got Sissy to hold the snake.
From there it just progressed on, and it got to the point where she felt comfortable going and getting the snake out of his tank by herself. The picture below is her holding it, and that was even the first time. You can see how concentrated she is, ha.