This is EXACTLY how I feel about snakes too. I can't stand to watch them--the way they move--is just creepy.
On our visit to a ward Girls' Camp last week, one of our just graduated YW showed me her battle scars following a near-encounter with a rattlesnake.
Rattlesnakes are my most hated of snakes. But anything without legs is worthy of hatred and death, in my eyes, so there you go.
Kathryn had apparently been at the head of the group as they hiked one day and just as she glanced down, she saw the predator stretched out across the trail, with rattles shaking. She had enough sense to stop the other girls from getting any closer and they careful made their way around the vile creature as it curled itself under a rock, coiled, with rattles rattling.
Somehow in all this carefulness, Kathryn slipped and scrapped up her arms and legs and hand pretty bad, but luckily wasn't attached by the snake itself. In her recounting of the event, she told me she had a death-defying day. I'll say.
Just seeing that snake on the trail, and not either a) hacking it to pieces, or b) screaming bloody murder to the point of passing out is success more than I would expect of myself.
But hearing about it again, doesn't make me any more anxious to mow the grass anytime soon.
