I am sure we all have that one thing that no matter how silly it may be we are truly terrified of it. Dad happens to be petrified of snakes. The only snake he likes is a dead one! Our story begins with us moving furniture into our new home when a scream splits the air and being that we were just moving in and our house has many doors, we could not find where the sound came from. Finally after hearing the sound again ,Mother said it was just Dad’s “snake scream”. Apparently Dad was walking up the stairs to the porch and a three foot black snake was lazily lounging across the stairs. I think the snake was just as startled as dad was! Little did we know this would be the first of many snake encounters and we would soon discover that this snake was tiny compared to some of the ones to come. (Abby)


In my defense. I just can’t handle snakes.
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