You’re all wrong. Snakes get you laid. I’m serious. On more than one occasion, while doing reptile displays, I’ve had a largeish snake out — a bullsnake or a black rat snake, for example — and have been surrounded by a group of reasonably young, attractive women. (Somewhere along the line things changed, and — anecdotally — it seems that more men are afraid of them now than women are, in all age groups.) Now nothing sordid came of that, of course, but even I could appreciate the ice-breaking potential. (Sorry Wes, but it seems to be a lot more effective than the “naked salamander dance of love” line. Snakes is cooler than newtses.)
But more importantly, it’s worth pointing out that I met Jennifer while holding a big black rat snake at an educational display. (As I like to say, she came over to the table with lust in her eyes — for the snake. Too bad it wasn’t one of mine.) So how about that?