This is challenge No 122: click here for details
I’ve never been afraid of snakes. Guess it comes from having slow worms as a kid, Grandad making an artificial home for them out of an old bird-cage.
Sis and I scared our Mum when she was in the outside loo by putting them under the door.
We’d found it hysterical, the screams amid the rustle of corsets and petticoats.
Looking back, her fear could’ve triggered a heart attack, but then you don’t think of things like that when you’re five, do you.
There’s a picture of me somewhere with a 20 foot python round my neck. About 1986 I think it was. Beautiful creature. Mum was with me the day we’d visited the Aquarium’s reptile house with the foster kids. She was cowering in the corner, but was amazed at my ‘courage’. I was fascinated by its warmth.
It’s a bit of a different story now, having heard warnings of adders where we used to walk Maggie in the woods. The warm weather brings them out to bathe. Take care people.
They’ll see you, but you may not see them. Keep your dog close.