I had gotten out of keeping reptiles for nearly 25 years. Since then: I got married, had kids , worked hard, all the typical things we do as we grow up. Along with all this came enormous bouts of anxiety and other issues I never had dealt with in my younger years.
When I was 47 we had a tragedy in the family. A relative, her husband, 4 dogs, and 4 cats all died due to Carbon Monoxide poisoning. The only survivor was a bearded Dragon and a Betta fish.
Due to my past experience with Burms, Boas, and and array of lizards. I was asked to care of him.
Having this little dude, reinvigorated my old interests. After a few months I got a Ball Python then some Childrens Pythons.
Having these scaley babies around again, has all but depleted my anxiety issues. If I have a stressful day, a little “snake time” washes all my problems away. I can shut my brain down and just pay attention to these guys. Don’t get me wrong; I love my dog and he is great, but there is something about handling a snake that really calms me.
So in short, not only are they great pets but they are just great for the soul as well.
May all sound corny, but thats my story.