Around when i was 10-13 (cant fking remember the ages on my memoryes, whyyy?)

My dad was cutting the grass, you know,traditionall way, cuz we just started a farm life, he found a baby snake (not-venomous) and gave it to me to hold.

At that moment it was the first time i touched another animal rather than the ol’ usuall city style animals cats/dogs/sometimes snails/cockroaches(dont ask)

Since that day i hold love and respect for the smol noodle bois, be it venomous or not, they are beautiful, and just trying to live like everyone else (despite the neighbours at that time, and now, still thinking all snakes are bad btches,excuse me, they are sassy btches, and try to kill every snake they see…yet they miraculously complain bout the rats..HMM WONDER WHY)

Since that day,each snake i meet or be it random creatures that are not supposed to be close to humans, i try and swoop them away(even if it bites me to death,lemmesave u damn it!), and free them to safety (yes cockroaches too)

Everyone deserves to live..Except mosquitos, fkin loud a** btches who wont let me sleep and try to s*** ma blood without even asking consent.