Funny story. When the hunters finally left on Sunday, I went for a little run. Turns out, I’m the lucky intern to see all the….snakes. Yep, the thing that I had been dreading the most finally happened. I went for a run on this fun path that loops around and I was running along listening to a podcast on Ecclesiastes when all the sudden there it was in the middle of the path. a.big.black.snake. Not going to lie, I freaked out and sprinted the other way. Finally, I controlled my freaking out and crying enough to realize that I was okay. I was far away from the big scary snake and that I could keep going. I stuck to the main road for the rest of the way. We’ll see how long it takes before I head out on that path again 🙂
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I don’t do snakes, either. My body goes through this automatic gag-relfex-freak-out-jump-up-and-down-in-circles-screaming dance at the mere hint of a snake. I’ve been known to catapult myself three feet in the air during a run because a stick looked like a snake. My husband thinks I’m nuts.
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