My nephews had a rubber snake at my parent's house on Thanksgiving, which the Youngest Island Boy had to play with immediately.
He proclaimed himself a snake wrangler and proceeded to wrestle with it.
For a minute it looked like it might get the best of him
But he recovered
And managed to show the snake who was boss
A little while later I heard the boys complaining and a very indignant nephew came up and demanded I get the girls to put his snake down.
I looked for the girls in question and saw this.
The Oldest Island Boy said "Mom, they're humiliating that poor snake! He's made to be wrestled and used as a tool to scare girls - NOT AS A JUMP ROPE!"
The differences between boys and girls will never cease to amaze me.