johnnychips
Established Member
I have never liked snakes. In fact I have to avoid them if I see them. I have no idea why.
I recently posted on the international thread:
I remember going to Andorra during an Interrail month in 1980. That involved some remarkable timetable convolutions on the Little Yellow Train and a coach trip; I believe the connections are even worse now. When we got there, we went hiking in the Pyrenees, and I stood on a bright green snake. I had never seen a snake before outside zoos. This did not help my enjoyment of that hike, nor subsequent ones.
I finished a hike in Sileby in Leicestershire in 2023, and was walking to the station along the main street, when I was vaguely aware of a bloke unloading something from a van. As I approached, it turned out to be a huge yellow python, which he draped around himself. My heartbeat leaped to about 250, I nearly - really - had to have to change my underwear, so I ran backwards and crossed over.
This is totally ridiculous. I don’t mind giant spiders or snails, and wouldn’t mind if you put one in my hand.
One of my mates, who was reputed to be one of ‘the hardest lads in (xxxx pit village)’ absolutely freaked out if you turned a log or stone over and there was a woodlouse.
How about you?
I recently posted on the international thread:
I remember going to Andorra during an Interrail month in 1980. That involved some remarkable timetable convolutions on the Little Yellow Train and a coach trip; I believe the connections are even worse now. When we got there, we went hiking in the Pyrenees, and I stood on a bright green snake. I had never seen a snake before outside zoos. This did not help my enjoyment of that hike, nor subsequent ones.
I finished a hike in Sileby in Leicestershire in 2023, and was walking to the station along the main street, when I was vaguely aware of a bloke unloading something from a van. As I approached, it turned out to be a huge yellow python, which he draped around himself. My heartbeat leaped to about 250, I nearly - really - had to have to change my underwear, so I ran backwards and crossed over.
This is totally ridiculous. I don’t mind giant spiders or snails, and wouldn’t mind if you put one in my hand.
One of my mates, who was reputed to be one of ‘the hardest lads in (xxxx pit village)’ absolutely freaked out if you turned a log or stone over and there was a woodlouse.
How about you?