I hate them. I'm pretty sure I have a borderline phobia. Once I went to the Spanish Fork Reservoir with some friends. I am 1000% confident that one swam past me and honest to blog, I thought I was going to die.
Here's what happened-
1. Snake spotted. I FREAK out, swim as fast as I can to the shore and proceed to get stuck because the edge is to slimy for me to get out by myself.
2. Jason does not care what so ever. (Please excuse his 70's porn star mustache. It will NEVER come back, I can promise you that.)
3. Willard is my knight in shining armor and helps me out...except he laughs the whole time and proceeds to take pictures of the whole saga.
4. I now am traumatized for life. I sit on the concrete beach for the rest of the afternoon pouting like a little baby while all my friends have a grand ol' time swimming with that freaking anaconda in the water.
My comrades swear there was no snake. I will give you my left arm if I'm wrong-I promise it was there.
If I brave myself this summer into going back, I think I may just bring my banana boat SPF 6 tanning oil and spend my time working on my tan. You win, Spanish Fork serpent. The reservoir is all yours.
I'm the same way - I actually start shivering. Even when I just see them on TV...
ReplyDeleteYou + snakes = me + cockroaches. You've heard the story of when one crawled on my skirt at church and how I sobbed uncontrollably for the rest of the meeting, yes? It happened. And I went in to cardiac arrest. It was tragic. I'm sorry that no one believed you.
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