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Julia,
That would be an interesting classroom display. We've been to a couple of events with the M&M's where snakes were on display. Melanie always wants to get up close and personal. Not wanting to expose her to MY fear, I grit my teeth and watch as she touches the snakes. In private I can have the heebee jeebees.
Annette
That would be an interesting classroom display. We've been to a couple of events with the M&M's where snakes were on display. Melanie always wants to get up close and personal. Not wanting to expose her to MY fear, I grit my teeth and watch as she touches the snakes. In private I can have the heebee jeebees.
Annette
Annette 
Do Not Like , any creepie , crawlie, slitherie,cold blooded , hole living creatures.
I do know that God put them on this earth for a reason.... just keep them out of my sight.
My honey man is the same as your Tom. That jerk ,the honey man ,has even chased me with a small garter ........., see can even say the name, yuk.
I do know why I have this fear. As a small child living in the Desert Southwest, we lived across the street from a drainage ditch. We, 3 of us , would play on the banks of the ditch all the time. One day , we were running along the top of the embankment, as the youngest, I was last in line. The other two jumped over something laying on the ground, I jumped , just as the head was raising up. A diamomd back was warning up and we had woke the damn thing .
The oldest brother sent the thing to it's maker, but I still haven't forgotten the horror.
We live in the Desert again, just higher elevation, I watch where I WALK , ALL THE TIME.
Again, my Sistah of another mother, our path's run alike.
Power on dear one, Peg in the wet, windy, monsoonal southwest.
I do know that God put them on this earth for a reason.... just keep them out of my sight.
My honey man is the same as your Tom. That jerk ,the honey man ,has even chased me with a small garter ........., see can even say the name, yuk.
I do know why I have this fear. As a small child living in the Desert Southwest, we lived across the street from a drainage ditch. We, 3 of us , would play on the banks of the ditch all the time. One day , we were running along the top of the embankment, as the youngest, I was last in line. The other two jumped over something laying on the ground, I jumped , just as the head was raising up. A diamomd back was warning up and we had woke the damn thing .
The oldest brother sent the thing to it's maker, but I still haven't forgotten the horror.
We live in the Desert again, just higher elevation, I watch where I WALK , ALL THE TIME.
Again, my Sistah of another mother, our path's run alike.
Power on dear one, Peg in the wet, windy, monsoonal southwest.
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