Friday, July 15, 2011


I have a snake phobia. I don't just dislike them, I dislike them immensely. It's the kind of phobia that results in completely irrational thoughts and actions. Something along the lines of 'if you don't get that thing away from me I will not be in control of my actions and I may wee my pants'. Truly.

My family are so very kind and caring when it comes to this phobia like to torture me. They tell me snake stories, buy rubber snakes and hide them around the house. But their latest torture technique took the cake.

'Hey mum, when you were at work a snake was here.'
'No really, want to see the photos?'

 My husband's friend and his pet snake Monty with Big Boy, my sister and my niece

Needless to say I was very grateful that I was at work that day. Had I been home it wouldn't have been a pretty sight. Now the funny thing to do around here is to suggest Monty may be coming over soon. I've already scoped out the only room in our house with a secure lock and I plan to stay there until he is well and truly gone. Lucky it's the toilet, because I may not be able to control my bodily functions.......

1 comment:

Littlemissairgap said...

Is it wrong to say a good snake is a dead snake? I hate them too.

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