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About the snake...

I am not wild about snakes, but I have made my peace with the one in the yard.  She doesn't bother me and I don't bother her--except when I go out to water plants.  I no longer go screaming and running upon seeing a snake, and I no longer call them "evil."  I just made up my mind that that's how it was going to be.  I figure if I so strongly believe that Eve unfairly became the lightning rod for all the misogyny in the world, the snake probably was getting a bad rap as well.

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  1. I do much better with snakes in Oregon than I did in Texas. There are no poisonous anakes in this part of Oregon. Not true of Texas. I've even been known to hold snakes inmy hands while working at the wetlands. I will admit that I have to muster up courage every time I pick one up.

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  2. I agree, unless it has a reputation as an aggressive and poisonous snake. Then we will probably not be able to negotiate terms.

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  3. Good for you. I'm not there yet, if ever. I think it's my one true phobia.

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  4. I like snakes.
    I hardly ever SEE them.
    But in theory . . . I like them.

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  5. I am not afraid of snakes. I can pick them up etc., but I can't say I like them. I have confronted rattle snakes before. That is a very scary experience. I am cautious when I encounter a snake until I know for sure what kind it is.

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  6. I'm not afraid of snakes, but I can remember shrieking a few times when I was weeding the ivy bed and one of them slithered out.

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  7. Great point about the snake and the bad rap. I'm going to remember that the next time I see one, right before I scream and run away. Or maybe right after.

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  8. If it helped, many ancient societies thought snakes were symbols of the divine because it seemed like a re-birth when they shed their skins.

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