Fortunately, the snakeS (yes, plural) that I encountered did not speak to me. They were too busy being entangled in on another in a scene I would describe as disturbing to say the least, to even notice my presence. Seeing dogs do the nasty is one thing, but snakes?? Oh geez, I could have done without that for sure.
Upon encountering these horrific creatures, which at first appeared about the size of a boa constrictor due to their, ahem, getting busy, naturally I screamed and began hyperventilating, turned my back and froze. Carter didn't see them or maybe doesn't yet understand just how terrifying snakes are, but was hysterical himself because he thought I was crying because I saw a grasshopper, which is the only bug he is scared of. After a few moments of deep breathing, I composed myself enough to snap a picture only to prove how freaking big they were, and one made its way under the lawn mower while I did that. We then ran around the side of the barn to my car, where I sobbed my way to my mom's house and gave her a heart attack when I ran in the door so upset.
Am I crazy for being so terrified of snakes?? I don't think so. Probably my first question to God when I reach heaven will be really God?? Snakes?? Seriously the most useless living creature on the planet. You will never convince me otherwise. A good cat will kill as many rodents, so to Craigslist I go in search of a couple of free outdoor cats.
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