Being close to mothers day, this post reminded me of my mom's distaste for snakes. When I was a child, my mom would take us out in the woods to hunt mushrooms. She always took a garden hoe with her and could kill a snake faster than you could blink. If a snake got into the yard, it was a gonner. One time she killed a snake by our creek and wanted me to go look at it...as she thought it was a copperhead. When I got there, I could see it was a water snake (they have similar coloring). The funny part was that the snake looked like it had gone thru a meat grinder....my mom had chopped so many times, there wasn't much left.
When my 2 children were growing up, my wife taught them to handle and admire snakes. Two events I remember well.....1) when my daughter took her pet garter snake "for a walk" and it went down a hole. She cried for awhile over that....and 2) when my son and daughter got into a fight and were chasing each other around the yard. My son was in front running for all he was worth...with about a 2' blacksnake flopping all about in his hand, and my daughter in hot pursuit saying "give me my snake back".
This just illustrates that it is all in how we grow up, what we are taught, and how our parents felt about things...probably shaped our thinking too. For me, my wife has taught me to tolerate snakes...but I still have a tendancy to go looking for that garden hoe.
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