A Real Head Case.

Everyone in this world has something they fear. Some of us can talk ourselves through an exposure and some of us will just wet ourselves and cry like a little girl. I can proudly stake claim in both categories.

My top three fears are:

clowns

heights

snakes

Two of these I can deal with and keep some of my dignity and walk away, even if I do seem to be a clown magnet. The third however, reduces me to a puddle of sobs, urine and vomit.

Exhibit A:
I was mowing the lawn at my parents house and ran over snake, chopping it into several bloody squirming pieces of nastiness. (My toes are actually curling as I type this and my stomach is churning thinking about it.) It took Rick at least 5 minutes to realize there was an issue and come over to pry my fingers from the handle of the mower and literally drag me away. To this day, I have yet to mow the front lawn again.

Exhibit B:
One of the FT-ers had a giant, nasty, disgusting, filthy snake skin (here come the goosebumps) at the station yesterday. As I was walking in to the meeting room, there he was, arms outstretched showing off the remnants of his precious pet's skin. *Shudder* I immediately spun on my heel, sputtered out several four letter words, maybe even some I never knew existed and got the hell out of dodge. When I returned and headed to the kitchen, I screamed and jumped about 5 feet in the air. Why? Because I was "saw" a snake. THIS is what it really was.



I am almost positive that I will be finding rubber snakes in various places throughout the station. My locker, my gear, my jump kit... But then again, I don't get even, I get ahead. Which reminds me...