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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
The copperhead incident happened when I was ten. I was running outside around twilight in bare feet and stepped on one. Fortunately, I felt it and managed to teleport to the porch before it bit me, but I didn't go outside for the rest of the summer.
I've probably encountered a good dozen snakes in the wild since then--all triggering teleportation--but most terrifying was when I was at my family's ranch maybe five few years back. I was in the kitchen, and I looked up to see a seven foot black snake slithering down the kitchen window. I couldn't tell which side of the glass it was on. I screamed like there was no tomorrow and jumped on my mother's back when she came in to see what the ruckus was all about. My dad ran out with a hoe and there are still divot marks on the porch from where he and the snake did battle. Turns out that there was a bird's nest on the ledge above the window and the snake crawled up there to have some lunch.
Friend of mine whose ranch is outside of Dallas heard something during dinner, told his wife not to move, got a gun, and shot a bunch of times under the dinng room table. Killed a rattlesnake and put a lot of holes in his floor.
I'm totally not going to sleep next week.
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I have a crippling phobia of snakes. Ugh -- i can't even watch the ads for that movie.
Plus, I fly a lot, and often on red-eyes. I really, really, really do not need to be thinking about snakes on the plane.
I will not be joining you.
