He’s so sweet and trusting that I had to be careful not to drop him because he never coiled around my arms for fear of falling because he knew I’d never let him.
He’d just hang down like a lazy fat piece of rope until I sat down and cuddled him.
Then he’d get daring and crawl too far off my legs and start to flop to the floor, knowing I’d reach out and catch him in mid-air.
He wasn’t happy unless his “stone pillow” was in front of his cave so he could rest his head on it.
He’s such a poor excuse for a “real snake”.