Day 6

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What are you afraid of?

Snakes (and most reptiles). I know, you were expecting something deep and philosophical. But no, not today. I’m afraid of snakes. I don’t like them, I don’t care how big or small they are, they are the devil.

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Until next time, snakes are not your friend.

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P.S. I spent the better worse half of my life in basically a zoo, which included ball pythons. So, it’s only fitting that I used a picture of ball pythons for this post… And you might be thinking that since I basically grew up with snakes that I would be comfortable with them, you would be wrong. How many times while driving has someone almost crossed into your lane without looking and almost hit your car? How comfortable are you when it happens? That’s what I thought!

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  1. CLEvangelism says:

    “How many times while driving has someone almost crossed into your lane without looking and almost hit your car? How comfortable are you when it happens? That’s what I thought!”

    Interesting analogy, lol. Before reading it, I’d thought about the wolf spiders I grew up taking showers with. I’m fine with never seeing one of those again either.

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    1. Haha I can’t be held responsible for what Tired Alphonso writes here, it was the first analogy that came to mind. And I’ll take spiders over snakes any day, even those creepy camel spiders

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    2. CLEvangelism says:

      I know who to call if I ever encounter one of these then.

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    3. Oh, they may or may not be a little bigger than what I had in mind, but I’d still take that over a snake haha now where’s my shoe?

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