I will say this: Laura’s attitude toward snakes plus my traumatic early years have cemented an affliction that will most likely always be with me. I do not believe that I’ll ever conquer my demons or be able to venture into the woods without thinking of what might attack me (especially if I don’t have my snake boots on).
I wish I was more like my hero John Wayne. His bravery knew no boundaries as do mine. The old rat killer (True Grit or was it Rooster Cogburn?) never lacked for courage no matter the situation. Outnumbered? No problem. Just ride right into the bad guys with guns blazing. Bad sheriff. Challenge him to a duel in the street. Rattlesnake in camp. Cut the varmint in half with one shot from his pistol or pick him up by his tail and calmly get rid of him.
Unfortunately I am not blessed with that true grit when it comes to snake handling and/or extermination. Guess I’ll just have to keep on running. I’m such a coward.