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So this morning I ran a load of clothes in the washing machine, and was walking over to my parent's clothes line to hang them to dry, and as I approach it, I look down and see a f*ing snake. Now for the record it was little, but I have a HUGE fear of snakes. I turned around with my laundry basket and walked as calmly as possible back into my house. Dave saw my face when I came in and knew something was wrong, and all I could say was snake. He was my hero and beheaded it with a shovel. All you animal lovers don't hate on me. I KNOW that snakes wont mess you unless you mess with them, but I don't need a snake in the yard my kids play in, so if I see any, I am going to find someone to kill it. Don't try to educate me further about the subject, its just not going to happen.

I made Dave stay with me as I hung the clothes, and I made him go back with me to get them off the clothing line when they were done. Hopefully I will get over it and be able to go by myself back to the clothes line as I enjoy letting them dry in the sun. But if I see one more over there then thats it, its back to the dryer for good.