A woman had a pet python named Saffron for three years, and it quickly became part of her life.
Her family worried. “Be careful—it’s a predator,” they said. She smiled. “It’s tame. It wouldn’t hurt me.”
But over time, Saffron’s behavior grew strange. It stopped eating and at night would slither out of its cage, stretching along her body—head on her shoulder, tail at her feet. Sometimes it wrapped lightly around her waist, motionless, almost as if counting her ribs.
By day, it lay near her bed, tail twitching, eyes fixed on her chest. Their bond had become unsettlingly close.
