#8 : I Hate Snakes

All snakes you ask? Yes, all snakes. The reptile unit at the zoo is strictly off limits to me. Now you may be thinking... hey I don't like snakes either... what you makes you unusual? Three words. Natural History Museum. You think I went into the reptile area there? Uh, no. Does it matter that there are no living snakes there? Uh, no. Do I believe that there may be some small chance that the replicas will somehow come alive and touch me? Uh, yes. I don't trust them.

 I think it started when I was a kid.. surprise surprise. I have this memory of visiting my aunt and uncle in this town outside of Portland. The kind of town where it rains all the time and everything kinda smells like mold. I know you know what I mean if you've been there. Anyway, They had this field/yard out in the side of their house that had completely overgrown with grass. So of course... we went exploring through it and as we walked all we could see were snakes jumping to get out of our way. I stopped right there in my tracks, turned around and booked it for the house. I was not about to touch or feel or step on one of those little suckers. 

Cut to Lehi, Utah. I've never really lived in a desert and apparently there are an abundance of snakey like creatures here. So many in fact that its not unlikely that you may see one squiggle out in front of you when you are walking home from school. You may also come across a few that didn't quite make it across the road on their flight to freedom. 

Add all these encounters together and you get a deep and sound hate for snakes. (shudder) I can never be friends with you if you have a pet snake. I'm sorry. Well, I guess we can be friends if you never require me to touch, meet, pet, see, or be in the same room as said snake. That's how much I hate them. (shudder)