For reference, there was the one time that I had to quick make a decision whether to jump over a humungo snake while running by my house while 4ish months preggo with Braxton or cross the street to avoid...umm yeah, I totally crossed the street and hauled my preggo butt as fast as it would go home as I was convinced that the snake was chasing me/following me home.
There was the one time after Braxton was born that I parked in the garage and got his infant carrier out of the back seat, was about to make my way down the steps into our basement entrance and saw one COILED on a bench blocking my path. I snapped his seat in as fast as possible and reversed out of the garage to watch it and plan how to get the heck INTO my house as I didn't have a key on my key ring.
There's all the times before or since that I've sworn I've seen a snake running or driving or whatevering and most of the time it was something else, like a bungee that you tie crap down to your truck or something. Other possibilities include a stick, a piece of string, and rarely an actual snake. It's no wonder my hubby sometimes doesn't believe me.
Hubby assures me that they are bull snakes; every one I've seen is HUGE. Like 6 feet long huge and I'm not exaggerating here (okay maybe a little, tiny but, but I SWEAR it's not itty bitty gardener snakes). We don't have any poisonous varieties that live by us and maybe just one specie that lives in the entire state of MN (that's why God said I should be born/live here).
Why then the phobia? They really can't/aren't going to hurt me. My mom says that I didn't have any traumatic experiences as a child that she can remember. Movies, maybe? Who knows...all I do know is that I don't react logically when in the presence of one and I still have the heebee jeebies as I sit here writing about it.
Onto the actually story...it all started this past Sunday. It had been a lovely start to the day; ran 11 miles with my neighbor friend, went to church, lunch & nap time, browsed at some furniture for our new room, and my BFF Beth stopped by for a quick visit. We were in the backyard; me holding Shelbs, Beth standing by my side, and Braxton doing the likes of this:
So Beth & I are talking and I glance over to see what lil man is up to and I see him no joke petting the tail of a snake that appears to be making it's way in/out of THE EXACT HOLE that he's been playing in. Mama bear comes out, except it's phobia mama bear and yells at Braxton to hurry and run to us...as clearly he needs saving and there's no way in hell that I'm going nearer to that huge snake then I am already...plus I'm holding a baby...okay more about me not going near the snake, but no judging. He gives me this perplexed look, like all snakes/animals are friendly mom, we read about them all the time, so what's your deal?
More pleading from my direction makes him start to get a little scared and my brave friend (who is also fearful of snakes) runs over and scoops him up as he begins to cry...mommy FAIL! We rush over to where Wade is working and explain to him what happened and I somehow speak in a normal voice already ashamed that I've put my phobia on my innocent child. He walks Braxton back over to the hole and of course the snake has already disappeared. In the meantime he's telling Braxton that snakes are cool and fun and all that jazz.
So not only is hubby irritated (not too bad mind you) that I'm putting my fear of snakes on Braxton, but he doesn't believe me as he didn't see it personally. Beth was there & she totally saw my kid petting a snake twice as long as he was tall, I SWEAR!
Later in the day I'm still creeped out & pleading to Wade about what I actually saw...so much so the memory makes me start crying (I told you, I'm unnecessarily scared of them) and I think he really starts to believe me.
The next morning as Braxton's on the potty I bring up seeing a snake to see what he remembers. I ask if it was big or small? BIG. He also adds, I petted its tail....GAW! At least he said it with a smile and seemed not scared, but to have a fond memory of the ordeal, right?
The only bad parts for me about Spring & Fall are these buggers...the cooler weather/sun brings them out in spades.
PS: If I ever found one actually inside my house, I'd move!