TomTom keeps a beautiful American corn snake in captivity in a vivarium in his room. He loves her (I say if you love her, set her free. He doesn’t like that. Thinks his Dad is weird). I’m strict with him on cleanliness, feeding and water, temperature, etc, as he would easily forget. She gets a rat a week to swallow, carefully thawed and presented hygienically for consumption. The tank has an air temperature and moisture gauge to monitor that things stay right for Flaky.
Yep, Flaky the snaky
Once after moving her cage nearer the window so she could catch more sun as the days got colder, Tom came running into my room:
“Dad, Flaky’s humanity is up to 99%” he shouts.