When I was a kid, I lived in a suburb of Buenos Aires in Argentina. Round about the tender age of 8, I found my first crush in the form of Scott Fienup. An all-American freckled kid who introduced me to the delights of marshmallow fluff and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
And snakes.
Boa Constrictor
Love took the form of brightly-coloured Chopper bikes and cuddling Scott’s pet snake: a boa constrictor. (Snakes are dry and warm to the touch, contrary to the belief that they are cold.)
Isn’t puppy snake love just grand?
(And because I didn’t have a camera when I was 8, I took this image from Wikimedia Commons.)
Visit Bozo over at Pet Pride for snakes and other pets!
Lady Fi 
My son has wanted a pet snake for TWO years and I won’t give in and get him one. Little did I know that I was denying him a possible first (or second? THIRD??) love, in the process! 😉
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Ladify, I wld like to know more about your first crush , I think we hv something in common. An all-american named s.f. in argentina, many , many years ago….
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Really – unbelievable! We lived in Onelli. My dad worked for the British Foreign Office and I remember attending (very briefly on and off) the Abraham Lincoln High School…
What about you?
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Well, I really meant Scott Fienup..he lived in Brazil later on, this is where I met him…but I knew about his stay in Argentina with his family. His Dad taught agriculture at the federal university here, and also prepared students to study at Michigan State University. where r u located at this moment? Are you with the military? This is so coollll!!
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Amazing!
Do you know what he is doing these days?
I live in Stockholm, Sweden, with my family. My dad was a diplomat and we were posted all over the world when I was a kid.
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Ladyfi,
I saw an article in a newspaper from Honululu stating that a Scott Fienup, with no permanent address, crashed into a car while riding a mopped and died. Do you know anything about this?
Sorry to pass on this kind of info…I was chocked… Very sad
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Oh gosh! How terrible.
I don’t know anything at all about this, I’m afraid. How very sad.
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Ok, so you like snakes, but you lived in Argentina??! What´s that about?
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Now I’m worried – A snake under the bed? Yikes, ladyfi!
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Well, it sounds like love to me! What a fun story! Great looking snake! Not sure I’d want to share my bed with him, but could certainly appreciate him from a distance — at least a little!
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Lovely story 🙂
Amazing shot !!!
Thanks for your visit …
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I had no idea you lived in S.America!!! Another interesting thing I have learned about Lady Fi!!!
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I like snake and would like to have one, but my husband told me him or the snake…
Å min man har jag kvar…
/MB
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Hmmmm…Me no like snakes one bit!
Too many here were we are.
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EEEEEK:(
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To be young and in love and not afraid of snakes…
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I think you have to learn to handle snakes young, or you never do. My kids can, and did at a young age. But I can’t!
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Me NOOO likey!
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I used to date a guy who had snakes and lizards and an iguana
loved all the critters
him – not so much 😉
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Well, um…. speechless??
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I’m not sure I could ever love a snake but I have held one. We visited a snake farm in Bangkok and held a variety of them….it was an odd experience!!
C x
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Ahh, such a sweet story, and a great pic!
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What a lovely story!
We were at our local zoo a few weeks ago and the little man was delighted to get to pet one of their snakes!
Wants one now of course, but sometimes I’m very deaf!!
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Wow! A boa constrictor. Very daring! I run at the sight of snakes!
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Oh yes, I remember that delightful name. I also remember he and some other boys made some real tunnels in the earth and we would go burrowing in them, though I guess I found it a little scary. And I have a scar still from cutting my hand on the pampas grass there.
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hi boa! you are the 1st one of your kind over here at Pet Pride
hope to see many more!
bozo
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Snakes are fascinating. It’s strange feeling their muscles moving under their skin.
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I agree with you about how they feel – I felt some at a Thai snake farm once and got a pleasant surprise – the boots I bought were lovely as well
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Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross! I have a very low tolerance of snakes!
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Ye gads: My son (I was a single parent) had an albino snake, a tarantula, a tree frog and assorted other wild things. The tarantula molted 12 times that I counted before it died. Something happened to the frog. It bloated up and died in about a half an hour one day. The snake he gave away when he joined the CC in northern California. I was just too busy to care for him/her/it.
A friend of mine had an albino snake that bit him when he dropped a mouse in the cage. The snake is now a belt.
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We do the strangest things for love…
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Well, I once loved me a snake too, and you know that story. Just don’t mix up love with digestion and you should be alright. And aren’t you just the little international woman of mystery?!
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Not in a million years! I DONOT do snakes 😦
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cuddling Scott’s pet snake…..too.many.jokes….Aggggg
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No snakes for me, thank you very much. Esp. a boa! I was deprived of them in my childhood and now am phobic.
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Great memories; I am not afraid of snakes; I have a resident Carpet snake in the garden, but it is not for cuddles! mine is on thisandthat)
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You fell for a boy with a big snake? Freud would have a field day – let’s not even go there.
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I remeber that boy’s name too. Weren’t you found kissing him under the desk at school? And you thought no-one could see you but the whole class did!!
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AWWW, you have to love a good love story mixed in with a giant snake. Now that is a combination.
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Snakes are gorgeous. You lived in Argentina! How interesting.
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I’m not sure if this is tue or not..I was just looking for him on the web and his name showed in this site and later on I saw the article from Hawaii. We were very close to each other when he lived in Porto Alegre, Brazil in mid 70s. I had called his parents a few years ago, in Michigan, US, but they never gave me his phone number. Oh well…I guess I have to wait till next encarnation in order to talk to him again….he was very special to me!
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Scott Fienup lives in East Lansing MI. I went to school with him in Argentina. He was a mean bully and I thought he only picked on me and made my life hell. However, at the class reunion, it was quickly found out that everyone felt diminished by this inadequate bully and thought they were the only ones. We had a good laugh!! He did not die in HI. as best I know. At least for you, he left a positive mark.
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