My first bite was from my male burm, he was only 10 feet long at the time and it was completely my fault. The day after I got him he was chilling out in his enclosure and like an idiot, I put my hand in front of him without giving him a warning pat first. He was so fast he bit my hand and had let go before I realized I was tagged. But he did leave me a souvenir-a nice sharp tooth left in my hand. I kept it and now it is part of my lecture that I give to people when I present my snakes at the community college, animal control and even my church.