Stupid Snakes

I'm terrified of snakes. I don't like insects and spiders, but I've learned to live with them. Snakes are on my mind daily, thanks to the upstairs bathroom incident. I know how it got in and that it can't happen again, but it doesn't stop me from looking behind the toilet, where the nasty thing was when I entered the bathroom that morning, undressed and hopped in the shower, and then in the closet where I caught it making it's escape under the door. GEEZ shiver....

So I woke up from a dead sleep about 5:30 this morning because I was dreaming that I was walking up our sidewalk when a rattlesnake that looked to be about 2 foot long, but really fat in the upper part of it's body came popping out of a hole near the porch, wiggling his tongue at me. He struck at me (seemed male) and rattled his buttons. Then, just as he began to chase me, I woke up. My dreams a vivid, huh? I do have a little anxiety about hiking and camping this summer. I'm afraid of heights, too, but I followed Eric up on top of that boulder this weekend. Haha, then wondered what I'd gotten myself into as I looked down and realized that I wasn't going to be able to stay up there and getting down might end up hurting. Thank goodness Eric helped me.

I'm afraid that a snake will bite me and it will hurt or kill me. The case is similar with heights. I'm not so much afraid of heights, just falling. Less cowardly and more smarts, I think. Still, I need to work on these things.

Lee leaning against the ladder to the loft at the Blue Mtn Shelter on the Pinhoti.
PS If anyone ever plays a snake related trick on me, I will never speak to you again. I'm thinking that a rubber snake prank would kill me though. My heart is beating irregularly just thinking about it.