I have a huge fear of snakes. They reduce me to the screaming, squealing girl I so rarely am. Many times I’ve been on my bike to see, what looks to me, a snake ahead on the road. I panic, freak, consider alternate routes, and then go by as far as way as possible. Every time it turns out to be a rope or a cord, and I feel ridiculous.
One day riding happily along, I saw it—a snake. But this time the calm, rational side of me took over. It’s a piece of rope, I told myself, now toughen up and ride by it. I came within a few inches, and IT WAS A SNAKE!
I took that calm, rational side of me out back and gagged her. She is so wrong about snakes. Now every time I see a rope, cord, twig, weed, twine, string cheese, I full on out panic and give it a very wide berth.