My mother has a horrible fear of snakes. As a child she was in a boat with her daddy and a snake fell in the boat with them! She hates snakes to this day. I'm not sure that can be a genetic thing.
I hate snakes because when I got home this afternoon and went out my back door to let the dogs out, a BIG BLACK SNAKE , I mean humongous, no really, almost as big as me ,ran across my feet! My newly pedicured feet! I screamed bloody murder and jumped almost to the roof, screamed again at the dogs to come back and ran in the house. I sure hope they don't need to go out again before their daddy gets home. I am still shaking. Later I asked my neighbor if he heard me screaming and he said no, so I now know that whatever happens in my backyard stays in my backyard.
I had been with papa (pronounced just for your interest) pawpaw...most of the day and when I left I called a friend and said do you want to get a pedicure. After a little arm twisting, I kid, she had a gift certificate, she agreed and we went to the mall. I hardly ever get a pedicure, so it is a great relaxation for me. Then that dumb snake had to ruin it for me!!
I mean ran across my feet! O.K. I know I've said that enough. Several years ago, a similar thing happened to me. I was fixing dinners at our church and had gone into the pantry and was reaching to get the key to the freezer and a rat ran down my arm! I still have heart palpitations thinking about it! So does one of our boys who happened to be standing beside me when I screamed and jumped back almost knocking him down!
Some post, I want to talk about normal. My friend says normal is a setting on the dryer, but surely there is a form of normal for each of us and I want it!!! But not tonight, tonight I'm drained from the day.