Snakes. Horribly, heart attack worthy, dealthy afraid of them. I get it from my dad. When I was 5, or maybe only 4 (I know I wasn't in kindergarten yet, but it was summer, so I had either just turned 4 or 5) my dad worked nights, so he was home with us during the day until about supper time.
Well, one day, I'm out in the back yard having a merry time, and my dad was inside fixing us some sandwhiches for lunch. I happen to feel a movement with my toe, and glance down as a garter snake is slithering across my feet. I screamed my little head off, and my dad, in all his only-wearing-whitey-tighty's glory, comes running outside and into the back yard. As soon as I screamed snake, he had me scooped up and in the house with the doors locked quicker than I've ever seen him move.
Now days, I'm terrified of them, and have dreams where I wake up, and just know there must be some exotic posionous snake in bed with me, waiting to slither up the sheets, and bite me before curling up on my chest and giving me a heart attack.
Those are the nights when I litterly toss every last thing off the bed, stand in a corner, and make my hubby search the bed for unwanted creatures. He gets a kick out of it, though.
Honestly, though, if one ever came near me, without an unbreakable berrier, I can very likely see me having a heart attack. I can't breath, I get dizzy, and then have a full blown panic attack if I see one in an aquarium, other than at a zoo.
Now, admittadly, it's not likely that it'll ever happen to me in this nice suburbun neighborhood, but still.
What's even creepier, is that I am utterly fascinated by them. If there's a movie about them, or a documentary, or even a herbavore magazine around, I have to watch, eyes wide open, staring in fascinatination. At the zoo, I never miss the snake house. Sick and wrong, I know. And you know, it's not the big fat long 20 footers that really bug me. It's the really skinny, pencil thin 2 footers that really freak me out, because they're so long, and skinny, and can hide in literally anything. UGH
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