Now, hate's a strong word. I try not to use it very often. But if there's one thing I hate, it's...
Ok, so I really hate them, but I'm also TERRIFIED of them. I know, I know...they didn't do anything to me...they're just trying to live their slithery lives. But I don't care. I really hates them.
First, they're sneaky. You can never see them coming. You can be walking in a field, and all of the sudden, UH OH, there's a snake in your path. Gross.
Second, they slither, which adds to their sneakiness. Just thinking of snakes slithering makes me shudder with disgust.
Third, the have fangs and bite. I know that they don't bite unless frightened or provokes, but anything with fangs makes me a scaredy cat.
Fourth, they're tongues are all forked and suspicious looking. Their beady eyes don't help their cause either.
You know in the old show Fear Factor, when they would dump a carton of snakes on someone laying in a glass case? That's literally my worst nightmare. I might die of fright if that ever happened to me. Die. Right there in the case. My heart would stop.
Also, I don't discriminate when it comes to my snake hate. Whether it's a little grass snake or a giant black snake, I hate them all the same.
And now that we're moving to a house with woods in the backyard, I have a feeling I might be seeing way more snakes than I care to think about.