I believe I have mentioned in these pages several times my wet-my-pants fear of snakes. Here is a story of a terrifying encounter I had a few summers ago.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Snakes in the Grass and other Obstacles
Saturday was a beautiful day in Hoosierdom. Clear skies, it was sunny with a temperature around 70 degrees.
I had my fat butt firmly on the seat of my riding mower doing my best to not have the worst yard in the neighborhood this year. I was jamming to tunes on my MP3 player. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye I saw a snake lying in the grass next to the path I was mowing. It was slim and brown with spots and about 2 feet long.
I am TERRIFIED of snakes. I jumped off the mower immediately. I should have swerved and mowed it into nasty, bloody snake parts. I was too terrified to think.
I went to shut off the mower and realized I am a total pussy.
It was just a bungee cord that I use to tie on the pad to my kids' trampoline. It must have fallen off when I moved the damn trampoline to mow.
Man, sometimes I feel like a total dumbass. But I do hate snakes.