Snake
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Written by Lisa:
I hate snakes. Hate them hate them hate them. Normally, they inspire shivers up and down my spine, a racing heartbeat, and a "creepy-crawly" feeling for the rest of the day.
Yesterday I was out in the backyard when this big guy slithered by about 12 inches from my foot. I did not freak out, my heart did not race, I didn't even move. I calmly called the kids to come see and to bring the camera. I proudly showed Ezra this photo tonight thinking he would be amazed at my newfound reptile maturity. The only thing he said was, "Why didn't you catch it????"
I guess I'll pat myself on the back. Good job, me.
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2 comments:
I'd probably have chosen the run, scream and stand on a chair reaction. Tell Ezra to catch his own darn snakes.
Ick... I hate them with a passion too. We had snakes in our house in Centerville. I hated gardening (something I usually enjoy) because I'd always run into them. Stupid reptiles. But good for you Lisa... not sure I could have remained calm.
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