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Last night Ryan and I were getting ready to go to bed. I opened the bedroom door to look for Caspian to see if he'd cuddle with us. Instead, I found a snake. Flicking its tiny ribbon-like body around in my hallway.
For those of you who don't know me well, and even those who do, this was INCREDIBLY traumatizing for me. I am more afraid of snakes than anyone else I know, and mine is the definition of an irrational fear. This was a tiny garter snake, which is MUCH scarier than those huge pythons people carry on their shoulders. Why? Because it moves much more quickly and can hide ANYWHERE. I screamed and started sobbing, "There's a snake in my house! There's a snake in my house!" Ryan nearly fell out of bed, ran out of the room, shut the door behind him, and (after bringing me the cat for comfort)cornered the thing in the laundry room. He asked me if I wanted him to kill it. I said "Yes...no....yes!" My train of thought was, "Snakes are the spawn of Satan and must all die...but wait, this little guy is probably just lost and scared out of his mind; Ryan should just throw it in the lawn...wait, I don't want this snake anywhere near my house ever again!" So he stomped on its head and threw it away. I didn't know that was what happened at the time. I heard the Swiffer Wet Jet at work and asked Ryan what he was doing, and he said, "There was a little bit of blood," which cued my wailing again.
While he was killing the snake, I kept screaming, "I can't live in this house anymore! We have to move out of this house!" Anywhere I've ever seen a snake, throughout my entire life, I thereafter avoid it like the plague. Or, if I can't avoid it, I am subsequently terrified every time I have to go back there. The Wesley Foundation at TU? Yeah, every time I leave at night I have to have Zach or someone go run around the lawn and scream to scare all the snakes into hiding before I sprint out to my car and slam the door behind me, lest they all get in and start slithering all over me. So for a snake to be IN MY HOUSE is unthinkable. Ryan calmed me down, prayed, reasoned with me, etc. and finally I kind of got over it. But the "video" of it flicking around outside my bedroom door is still constantly replaying in my brain.
When it was all over, Ryan said "When you screamed like that, I thought there was an intruder" to which I angrily replied, "There WAS." Then I said that I'd rather it was an intruder, because at least they have appendages and can be reasoned with. See what I mean? Definition of irrational fear.
*shuddershuddershudder*
For those of you who don't know me well, and even those who do, this was INCREDIBLY traumatizing for me. I am more afraid of snakes than anyone else I know, and mine is the definition of an irrational fear. This was a tiny garter snake, which is MUCH scarier than those huge pythons people carry on their shoulders. Why? Because it moves much more quickly and can hide ANYWHERE. I screamed and started sobbing, "There's a snake in my house! There's a snake in my house!" Ryan nearly fell out of bed, ran out of the room, shut the door behind him, and (after bringing me the cat for comfort)cornered the thing in the laundry room. He asked me if I wanted him to kill it. I said "Yes...no....yes!" My train of thought was, "Snakes are the spawn of Satan and must all die...but wait, this little guy is probably just lost and scared out of his mind; Ryan should just throw it in the lawn...wait, I don't want this snake anywhere near my house ever again!" So he stomped on its head and threw it away. I didn't know that was what happened at the time. I heard the Swiffer Wet Jet at work and asked Ryan what he was doing, and he said, "There was a little bit of blood," which cued my wailing again.
While he was killing the snake, I kept screaming, "I can't live in this house anymore! We have to move out of this house!" Anywhere I've ever seen a snake, throughout my entire life, I thereafter avoid it like the plague. Or, if I can't avoid it, I am subsequently terrified every time I have to go back there. The Wesley Foundation at TU? Yeah, every time I leave at night I have to have Zach or someone go run around the lawn and scream to scare all the snakes into hiding before I sprint out to my car and slam the door behind me, lest they all get in and start slithering all over me. So for a snake to be IN MY HOUSE is unthinkable. Ryan calmed me down, prayed, reasoned with me, etc. and finally I kind of got over it. But the "video" of it flicking around outside my bedroom door is still constantly replaying in my brain.
When it was all over, Ryan said "When you screamed like that, I thought there was an intruder" to which I angrily replied, "There WAS." Then I said that I'd rather it was an intruder, because at least they have appendages and can be reasoned with. See what I mean? Definition of irrational fear.
*shuddershuddershudder*