Snakes . . . . . although apparently not as bad as I used to be.
About 20 some years ago, I was sitting on the coach, calmly leafing through a Life Magazine when suddenly confronted with a two page, gigantic spread of a snake head, mouth agape and fangs ready, coming right at me. I literally screamed like a little girl and the magazine hit the wall 20 feet away at the speed of light. Totally involuntary and apparently a common reaction as they had a few letters to the editor about it. Freaked me right out. Nevertheless, a few months ago, I was out walking the Columbia River gorge and nearly stepped on not one but two snakes, including a big sucker, in two separate incidents. Didn't seem to bother me at all . . . . . in fact, I paused to lean over and get a closer look at the bigger one before he took off.
Oh, and I do not think I would be much of a spelunker.
Other than that . . . . . not much.
Cowperson
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