So here's a typical day at my house. I slather myself with Deep Woods Off, and Absorbine Jr., get my gardening gloves (or weed whacker) out, and innocently head to the flower beds for some manicuring. This is soon followed by a shrill "AAaaaaaah, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, @$%&*$! snakes".
Never fails. I hate the slithering, I hate the surprise, and I'm sure the neighbors are used to it by now. I try to get over my fear, but even on the riding mower, I throw my legs up on the top of the engine and scream. Did I mention how much I hate snakes?
I think I would react just like you. Can't you sic fig on them. Maybe he could be a snaker. You know mouser, snaker. Oh well I thought it was funny.
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