It used to be avant-garde to take your snake on a subway ride. But like most things in this city, every transplant's got their own train snake these days, likely procured at Urban Outfitters somewhere between the Magical Thinking Pompom Curtains and Crescent Moon Catch-All dishes. Yawn.

Anyway, here are two women hanging out with a snake on the L train last week:

Subway snakes are nowhere near as cool as subway sharks, but we hear they all moved to Ridgewood anyway.