When my grandmother saw a snake, the entire neighborhood would know from her screams.
As an adult I wasn't so afraid of snakes that I would have nightmares. One snake appeared in back-to-back nightmares saying, "I bet you thought you got rid of me in your last dream."
If I read about a snake in a book or magazine, I'd put said book or magazine in the freezer so it wouldn't slither out into my dreams.
It worked. No nightmares.
As a child I wasn't afraid.
With bath time, my mother and I would tell double stories, each of us having a part to play.
One of my favorite roles, I would be a philanthropic snake (PS) and she would find needy causes. We were always sure my grandmother wasn't listening.
Where the idea came from to be a PS, has been lost somewhere in the crevices of my memory.
You will notice, this is not an illustrated blog. No way was I searching for a photo of a S philanthropic or not.
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