I'm sure I've mentioned before...I'm deathly afraid of snakes. I don't care if they are the size of my pinky or the size of a car, I'm scared to death of them.
This image right now, I cannot even look at. It is literally giving me the chills, and I hope and pray I NEVER come across something this vile, EVAH!
It is making my skin crawl. Same thing happens when I look at one in a book. And believe you me, the kindergartners LOVE to feed off of this. When I least expect it, they will whip open a library book and say, "Mrs. Yoder, look at this!" Their faces light up like a Christmas tree over my distress.
One kindergartner even went so far as to draw a picture of a snake with ME running away from it! Ungrateful I tell ya!
I've told my own children, if you ever see me out in the yard LAYING DOWN it's not because I'm taking a nap (I don't ever usually take a nap in the yard for pete's sakes) it's because I've seen a snake in the grass or in my garden, and I've passed out or had a heart attack. Call 911 immediately!
Of course they think it's funny, and I suppose it is, but I honestly don't know what I would do if one ever jumped out at me from my strawberry patch. I'm not kidding when I tell you I go out armed into the garden. Boots up to my knees, and a hoe no less! This is no joking matter!
I'm not really sure where this horrible fear came from. I do remember, however, when I was probably 3 or 4 watching my dad hack one to pieces with a hoe. It was wrapped around one of the trees in our yard. I remember my mom telling me to get on the back bumper of the truck in the driveway. OR, maybe it was the time when I was walking down the road with my Grandpa and he threw a garter snake at me to be funny. Believe me, IT WAS NOT FUNNY!!!!!
I know I'm an adult, but I've just gotta say, and I'm being TRUTHFUL here...don't ever bring a snake around me...you and I will no longer be friends!