When I was a kid, on up till this incident around 8 years old I loved snakes. I lived in the country and spent a lot of time in the woods catching frogs and snakes. I had just gotten a new smaller type English racer. This one night my mother was in the yard doing something and my Dad was working on the house. I had a snake, hopped on my bike and started chasing my mother around the yard. If you have read my stories then you know why I chose here. (Shame on me)
Anyway she was yelling at me to stop and I knew she was serious enough so I stopped and went away laughing.
About a few days to a week later I thought that she had forgotten about this. She was going to let it go. Well one night sitting in the kitchen I got up to go pee. Well being as small as I was, while on the John my feet were dangling. I pee’d and got up to pull up my jeans. As I did that, I got a glance of the base of the toilet. There was this big A** snake wrapped around and looking up at me. I ran like hell out to my Dad’s arms. They both were there looking in, but they also were laughing. I was crying so badly. It scared me so bad that today I cannot even look at a snake on TV or in a book. In fact when I had to get my Pesticide licenses I asked my professor to PLEASE excuse me from spider and snake classes. He did but I still had to take the tests. It was horror reading about them. Lo and behold as I am older, I have snakes all around here and spiders galore. Thank God for my cats as they whop those spiders.
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