Indy has it right-I hate snakes
On my way home from the craft store, I drove past the apartment complex I lived in with my BFF when we were free and single gals. The complex has been torn down and a huger new one is going up. Seeing the spot brought back a memory.
Once upon a time, we used to have a big parties and invite everyone we knew. Sometimes, the only place to stand was on the fireplace hearth. One year, her co-worker's boyfriend showed with a boa constrictor dangling over his shoulders.
The reptile was not invited.
I suggested he stay out by the pool with his "buddy" for the party. He did.
But that got me to thinking about other close encounters of the slinky kind.
As a kid: while picking blackberries at my aunt's farm, we were warned to "watch out for cottonmouths."As a kid: while swimming in a lake to "watch out for water moccasins."
As a teenager: while working at an amusement park, the foreman of a ride bashed a water moccasin at my feet.
As a mom: watching my son and friend leap over one in the middle of the road I had just used.
I think snakes are creepy and do know they do good as well as have defense mechanisms. I just don't want to be around when they feel compelled to do so.
How about you? Hate snakes?
BTW: this link goes to Indiana Jones trivia-http://www.funtrivia.com/en/Movies/Indiana-Jones-1046.html