Ganymede
Veteran
- Location
- Rural Kent
... would you put it in your autobiography for everyone to read? 
Before the Tour de France sets off from Leeds on Saturday 5 July, those riders hoping to dethrone Chris Froome, the Kenyan-born, South African-educated British passport holder who won last year's 100th edition of the race, would do well to examine the early chapters of his autobiography. In particular, they might pay attention to Froome's choice of childhood pets: a pair of baby rock pythons whose diet evolved from mice and rats to rabbits. "It's an interesting fact that snakes won't eat dead food," their erstwhile keeper recalls, and it became his role, while barely into his teens, to supply them with live meals, which they squeezed to death before swallowing whole. The rabbits were often stolen from a hutch at the kindergarten across the road from his family home outside Nairobi. "Young children would arrive at the class next day and their little baby bunny rabbits would be gone," he writes, remembering how the rabbits squealed piteously as the snakes grabbed them and started the coiling process that preceded ingestion. "I felt like intervening and stopping it. But the pythons had to be fed and it was my responsibility."
(From the review of the book in today's Grauniad)
I want to believe it's a spoof, but can anyone who's read the book confirm it?

Before the Tour de France sets off from Leeds on Saturday 5 July, those riders hoping to dethrone Chris Froome, the Kenyan-born, South African-educated British passport holder who won last year's 100th edition of the race, would do well to examine the early chapters of his autobiography. In particular, they might pay attention to Froome's choice of childhood pets: a pair of baby rock pythons whose diet evolved from mice and rats to rabbits. "It's an interesting fact that snakes won't eat dead food," their erstwhile keeper recalls, and it became his role, while barely into his teens, to supply them with live meals, which they squeezed to death before swallowing whole. The rabbits were often stolen from a hutch at the kindergarten across the road from his family home outside Nairobi. "Young children would arrive at the class next day and their little baby bunny rabbits would be gone," he writes, remembering how the rabbits squealed piteously as the snakes grabbed them and started the coiling process that preceded ingestion. "I felt like intervening and stopping it. But the pythons had to be fed and it was my responsibility."
(From the review of the book in today's Grauniad)
I want to believe it's a spoof, but can anyone who's read the book confirm it?