
Many of you know of my feelings in regard to snakes. I hate them. I.
HATE. Them. With a passion. Spiders? No problem. Mice? Whatever. But snakes? My worst fear. The first time I took my kids to the zoo we didn't go near the snake house. The next time, I waited outside while Bryan took them through. The time after that, I waited inside but didn't walk around. And the time after that...I walked through with the kids but kept my eyes to the floor. Now, I can walk through, look and even point them out to the kids but I get a pretty good case of the heebie jeebies. See? I'm making progress...really, I am! One year, on our way out of the main gates there was a zoo keeper holding a boa constrictor for people to see up close. Julianne was fascinated. She walked right up and began to pet it like it was a dog or something. I was stunned! And strangely, I found myself ready to burst with pride that she had the courage to do something like that....something that I certainly wouldn't be able to do. Funny enough, for her, I don't think it was an act of courage, just curiosity. So whenever I see this picture I'm torn... part pride in remembrance and part "Ewww" from looking at a picture of a snake. Luckily, having my sweet daughter in the picture as well lessens the ewww factor a bit. October 2000.