WOW, I really thought that I had already blogged about this. One of our first years at Coniston, Christopher walked up the boardwalk to the house and jumped back when a snake slithered out of the woodpile. My sister stayed here for a few weeks and named the snake Liam.
Rod said when Christopher jumped back "He is a lot more afraid of you than you are of him."
Christopher said "Then he must be shitting his pants."
We have retold this story many times since that day.
Today while out gardening, weeding actually, a snake slithered out of the weeds and I jumped back and screamed loudly.
Rod said "What, a snake or a spider?"
Sally said "A snake, I don't scream for spiders, and only call you for wolf spiders."
So, Christopher comes by this fear of snakes honestly and I have yet another reason not to garden or weed.
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