Oh yeah, a few times at various places, actually. Most notably:
One time at a friend’s brother’s house who had a huge anaconda in his room next to me that I was unaware of. The local zoo had this gigantic anaconda resting against the glass that still gives me shivers but that I stared at in admiration and horror nonetheless. One time at a Midwestern mall where they had a random yellow anaconda on display at kid’s eye-level along with a life-like one hanging from the ceiling (embarrassing story that one). One time at Disneyland at the jungle themed restaurant sitting almost right under a fake one that I think moved and freaked me tf out. One time I was walking on campus and someone had a ball python wrapped around their hands just casually strolling by that I didn’t even have time to react to before he was gone but left me with a figurative eye twitch. One time as a kid my neighbors were playing with a decapitated one out on the street threatening to throw it at people including me. One time my cousin chased me around with a snake skin belt until I got fed up and tired that I grabbed it and beat the shit out of him with it somehow in a furious rage. One time I was in the mountains and a huge black snake scurried away from me from a foot away right before I could stepped on it. And many other times. I remember feeling quite exhausted every time. Shit’s not fun.
E: To clarify, when I mean huge I mean they were several meters long and thicker than a grown man’s thigh. Especially the one at the zoo, holy shit. It was probably as long as a city bus.
Have you tried actually being next to one?
Documentaries can only get you so far.
Oh yeah, a few times at various places, actually. Most notably:
One time at a friend’s brother’s house who had a huge anaconda in his room next to me that I was unaware of. The local zoo had this gigantic anaconda resting against the glass that still gives me shivers but that I stared at in admiration and horror nonetheless. One time at a Midwestern mall where they had a random yellow anaconda on display at kid’s eye-level along with a life-like one hanging from the ceiling (embarrassing story that one). One time at Disneyland at the jungle themed restaurant sitting almost right under a fake one that I think moved and freaked me tf out. One time I was walking on campus and someone had a ball python wrapped around their hands just casually strolling by that I didn’t even have time to react to before he was gone but left me with a figurative eye twitch. One time as a kid my neighbors were playing with a decapitated one out on the street threatening to throw it at people including me. One time my cousin chased me around with a snake skin belt until I got fed up and tired that I grabbed it and beat the shit out of him with it somehow in a furious rage. One time I was in the mountains and a huge black snake scurried away from me from a foot away right before I could stepped on it. And many other times. I remember feeling quite exhausted every time. Shit’s not fun.
E: To clarify, when I mean huge I mean they were several meters long and thicker than a grown man’s thigh. Especially the one at the zoo, holy shit. It was probably as long as a city bus.