In the closet

You can say just about anything in public nowadays pertaining to your personal habits and it is pretty much accepted, if not applauded as you being authentically you, as long as it isn't murder or otherwise criminal.  But I have recently discovered a loophole in those public accolades.  It isn't criminal.  It's even a good deed, a favor for some friends.  But I think I may have to relocate to the proverbial closet because of it.  A young lady we know is getting at adorable puppy for Christmas.  She can freely tell people and they're excited and congratulatory.  We on the other hand, are rather mum on the new addition to our household.  Yes, we agreed to watch a snake and its food: mice.  Yep, we're those people!  It's specieism pure and simple.  Other people get warm fuzzies, but our only warm fuzzies are snake chow!  But maybe it will keep the in-laws from visiting...I hadn't thought of that, perhaps there are advantages after all?  He's really a very nice snake...really!  But yeah, he's a snake...please excuse me while I go scouting for the best closet in which to lose myself...