My father was so petrified of snakes that he joined the Navy in WWII to preclude the possibility of being drafted into the army and having to crawl through snake-infested (as he imagined them) fields.
Until the day he died, if there was a snake shown on a TV show, he couldn't change the channel fast enough.
I'm pretty much the same; I consider you to be very, very brave.
Not really...I did all that for the snake’s sake, not dad.
:D
If he’d seen it, he’d have killed it, with extreme prejudice.
My whole childhood was spent grabbing up every snake I found, much to his horror.
I cannot count the snakes he saw in our yard, then ran into the house to get a gun but when he came back, the snake was “gone”.
I moved really fast, back then.
;)