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One day, as the sun was setting, we took our ball python out to enjoy the last rays of the sun.

We’d taken him out of the house before, but only on short errands like getting the mail or taking out the garbage. Every time he did his best to play the part of an escape artist – he would slowly stretch out like he just wanted a better vantage point, then he would suddenly decide he wanted to go somewhere, and he wanted to get there ASAP. We hesitated about taking him out, but this was a nice day.

We went and sat on the grass, Mr. Snakes in my lap, and we both watched him closely. He un-balled a little bit, stuck his tongue out a few times, and slowly moved toward the grass. We were ready for a quick grab in case he made a break for it, but when the first blade of grass touched his face, he jerked back into his ball. He did this a couple more times, once even parting a few blades with his head like he was going to try the adventure, but he decided not to last minute.

We realized he had probably never seen grass until now. Our bold little snake who wanted nothing more than to go off and have his own adventure when we’re safely in the house or he’s safely in our hands, didn’t want to leave my lap because he didn’t understand the grass.

We let him sunbathe for a while, enjoying the sun ourselves. We took a break together, the three of us, to see the day off, then we went back inside.

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