snakes are harbingers of good luck.

here's to wolf's luck in the coming days!

Yey bri's back :)

If it makes you feel any better about me, I didn't just panic and freeze, here. I hitched up my big girl panties (knickers to you) and dealt with it.

That makes me feel better about me, anyway.

I think I admitted to not being comfortable with spiders, too. And other icky bugs.

Thanks for the vote of confidence, though. That's quite nice.

Don't worry, the snake was probably just helping you get rid of the spiders ... or bats. ;)

So much for the philosophy of having guns in the house to protect yourself from invaders. Luckily, it wasn't a murdering rapist.:p :stickpoke:bolt:

Murdering rapist would have had two rounds center mass before he got his dick out.

That one I'm ready for.

you're my hero, wolf

At least it didn't have a leg...

One of the many reasons I idolise Wolf is that she does have fear, but she doesn't fall apart like a crean puff. That's real life bravery. I know she hates icky bugs because of my favourite ever Wolfpost, where the preying mantis feels the need for psychiatric health. I can't tell you how often I have read that one, and laughed every time (it's funnier than this one because Wolf acknowledges her lack of physical danger as opposed to her disgust in a wonderfully self-deprecating way.)
I still want to be on your team when it comes to the end of the world. I promise I'm working on something to make you feel the same about me. It's tricky with not knowing what the threat will be. And you being female and all. Maybe I should start practising your favourite dish...?

I would have squealed like a little girl and made Keryx deal with it. I only like snake BBQ.

We get a couple diamondbacks and one coral in our yard each and every year like clockwork. I think someone has it marked on their calendar to drop them off.

oooh, that explains a lot!

;)

I used to think snakes were awesome.

But then I got bit by a Bull Snake. Summer of my junior year in high school, me and my Dad were hiking in Eastern Oregon.

I walk off trail to take a piss and suddenly I hear this low rattle right next to my leg. I look down and it's just sitting right there in it's little "I'm a gonna fuck you up" position, hissing and moving back and forth.


I'm sitting there for what seemed like hours, frozen, because this thing looks EXACTLY like a Diamondback. Right as I make my move to book it back to the trail, it bites the back of my leg, right in the calf.

So then I was like, well shit, I'm gonna die in the desert. Then we noticed that the bite didn't have puncture wounds, just bite marks that we're bleeding. It also wasn't swelling or anything like that. We still booked it back to the trail head and there was a park ranger there and told us that it was a Bullsnake (which are non-venomous) and we cleaned it and dressed it.

So I did not die in the desert..
But snakes are not some awesome in my book anymore...:headshake

you tantalise us with a description and no linkie?

what about a NON murdering rapist? maybe a cold beer and a sammich after?

Don't even sweat it. I'm sure my favorite dish would be anything you made, just so long as there wasn't any coconut (allergy) or mushrooms (strong dislike) involved. You are absolutely on my end of the world team, in the event that I would be facing the end of the world in Britain, or you happened to be stopping over here for a visit at the time.

Well, cold beer and a sammich for me as I watch some CSI guy draw a chalk outline around the corpse. For the purposes of a report, they are ALL murdering rapists. Actually, I suppose that my goal would be that we would succeed at neither being a murderer nor a rapist. Or a necrophiliac, depending on his preferred order of operations.