my biggest fear...

So...I was driving along in my mom's "Red hot mamma" Also known as the red Thunderbird today and I realized too late that I was going to run over a big black snake that was slithering along on the highway in my lane!!!! As the car went over the snake I felt a shudder of fear go through my body! Yuck! I hate snakes and I am really afraid of them. I guess I should have been excited because I ran over one of my enemies. But, for the next 10 mins. I had flashbacks of the snake and the same shudder of fear raced through my body. My mom thought I was going to have to pull over because my heart was racing. So, since my sister posted about her fears and where they came from,I guess I will do the same.
First, let me just say that snakes have got to be evil! Anything that can move without legs has got to be of the devil! Anything that can eat a human or other large animals even though it is only 5 inches in diameter is disgusting and should not be living on this earth. My reasons go on and on...
So here are my two reasons that I am afraid of snakes. First, my family went camping a lot when we were kids. My parents took us to all of the state parks around Utah and beyond. We took our Coleman pop-up trailer and all six of us had our jobs and our places to sleep...but that is another posting. On this particular occassion, I was about nine years old and we went to a state park near one of the Pony Express Outposts near the Dougway proving grounds in western Utah. (Basically in the desert) We had just rolled into the campground and I had to use the facilities! My dad stopped the van and I got out and headed into the bathroom. They drove off to our camp site. I went into the cinderblock bathroom (I noticed right away that it was a big hole in the ground---no flushing toilets but in a pinch I would use anything) in a hurry I started to pull down my briches and just as I was going to sit down I saw a huge rattle snake coiled up on the purse rack in the corner of the bathroom. It was huge and rubbing its head/body up the wall. I stopped right then, pulled up my pants and went tearing out of the bathroom. Tears were streaming down my face as I ran to find the campsite. I was hysterical and told my dad what was in the bathroom. He stopped what he was doing and headed down to the bathroom. He saw the snake and went to tell the park ranger. By the time the ranger went to check things out the snake was gone. That was one of the scariest moments of my life. I can remember it vividly and I still get a scared feeling in my chest when I think about that experience. I believe we saw another snake at that same campground after a hike that we took, Liz almost stepped on a rattle snake I think.
Reason number two: I hate those toy snakes that are plastic and made out of little sections that are linked together. You can hold the snake at the end and move it around and it slithers and wiggles like a snake. I think that is a terrible toy that was invented to scare little girls and little sisters. My brother used to chase me around the house with that thing until I started crying. (I think he just liked to see me cry.) Even though those snakes are not real I am still afraid. I do not like snakes. I even hate the fake rubber snakes. Those scare me too.
So, as I sit here and talk about snakes I get nervous, my heart starts to beat fast and I feel uneasy. I am afraid of snakes, I guess everyone is afraid of at least one thing?!?!