I began reflecting when we did the prompt on camping. As early as I can remember, we would go camping and fishing every summer. The men had a competition on who could catch the most and who caught the biggest. When we were old enough to hold a cane pole, we were taught how to fish. I think it was to teach patience. Maybe that is why none of my children have patience. LOL The point is, I had to hand worms as early as 3. I hated their feel and the way they would wind around your fingers. Maybe that is why I get willy feelings when Red Beard hands the grandchildren snakes...
Then when I was 5 and fishing with my mom for fresh fish dinner, there was this BIG cotton mouth snake that swam right for us (cotton mouths are aggressive snakes that aren't just protecting themselves). My mom screamed, threw down the pole and grabbed me and ran. Pretty impressive on a young girl.
I know we should be kind to all living creatures...and I am (I don't hunt down snakes) unless they come into my territory then I am protecting my family.
Case in point. When the snakes come in my home, they are in trouble. I have shot a snake that had eaten one of the pair of doves we had. I have supplied tools for killings snakes that were attacking my men in the house. The Hero a gun. The son, now that is a story, a two by four board.
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All things considered don't you think I have a right to be very wary of snakes! Well, I do. ; )
Ok, I will take a blue racer any day to a cottonhead. EWWWWWWWWWWWW
ReplyDeleteDefinitely, you have a right to wary of snakes!! They give me the willies too!! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI now see you with new respect, O Snake Killing Mama.
ReplyDeleteI'm just pleased that we don't have many snakes in the UK - scary stuff!
ReplyDeleteWow I hadn't heard that story! I renew my respect for the eldest brother. Two! Even if it wasn't with one blow ;)
ReplyDeleteOhh my, Hummer I have a new found respect for the snake killing Mama.
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