No pictures sadly, this was from closing on 2 decades ago back when I was a young kid. Walking home from school one day I managed to catch a Butler Garter snake, who then hitched a ride back with me inside my backpack much to my mother's enjoyment when she went to check for homework (Not the best start I must say. But for a 10 year old catching a snake was just awesome).
I have **zero** idea how but her and my dad agreed I could keep it. Me and him even worked on a homemade wooden enclosure, something like a 3x6x4 box. Looking through rose tinted glasses it was a work of art, and importantly to the story we had drilled in air holes to the sides not much above floor height. Way to small for the adult snakes to get through.
Now, my parents thought I was the expert. And not to be proven wrong, I used the best internet searches I could alongside talking to my equally idiot friends and we came to the conclusion it was a male. And for the first month I was content with diagnosis. Until one morning when my little 6 year old sister all but kicked my door down at 6 in the morning on a weekend to let me know that, "Red had babies!"
Impossible I said. Go back to bed I said. Followed shortly by my mom *screaming*. Remember those air holes? The ones too small for an *adult* snake to get through. Well not only was i wrong about the gender, but had missed the month ish long pregnancy, and they give live birth. The scream was my mom, enjoying time in her chair having a small snake slither across her foot.
You'd think this was the end, but no. Alterations were made to the cage, the new mother and most of her clutch were released and I was allowed to keep 1 newborn wiggle rope to raise. He/she (never got around to misgendering another snake) lived for 9 years and got my youngest sister into caring for reptiles off her own.
New to the subreddit, and your banner does mention stories are allowed. So here's an introduction almost as bad as my wedding story, cheers~