So, Miranda and I were on our regularly-scheduled walk today, on one of the many river-walks our community has to offer. I feel like something weird’s on the stroller wheels, I stop to kind of shake the stoller to get-off any errant gravel. I feel like something’s under my shoe, most likely a piece of rope or something my eyes gaze downward.
OMG, it’s a snake.
A tiny snake, most likely smaller then the piece of rope I was envisioning under my shoe, but this thing is wiggling like crazy. I started screaming, I (forethought of taking my stroller with me is admirable, don’t you think?) run away screaming and doing the freaking out dance while Miranda watches (most likely with tears running down her face while watching me dance). She checked, it was just a water snake, and it was able to slither itself away even after 100 pounds of me was on top of it.
If I was so grossed out that I’m still nauseated just thinking about it, I’d be impressed with its will to survive.
BTW, no, I didn’t hide my nasty freak-out from Spencer — who I am sure, will be scarred for life.
No biggie, right?
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