My dad never allowed me to keep any snakes at home. But after he died, I did sneak ’em in and I hid ’em in the basement, kept ’em in the basement. My mother sooner or later became aware of it. In fact, one got loose one time and she took a dust pan and a shovel, picked it up and put it in a bushel basket and put a lid on it and put a couple bricks on top so it couldn’t get out. When I got home she said, “You take these back to the river and turn ’em loose.” Well now you mentioned that your first word after mom was bug. “Bug.” So you obviously were interested in the insects. Anything that moved.
