Even the cartoon snake, creeps me out.
Even typing the word in the title, gives me the willies. Snakes, eeeewwww. While writing a few posts for a client this morning on Facebook, I saw this post from the Ojai Valley Land Conservancy:
Ojai Valley Land Conservancy SNAKES! Watch at your own risk. Seriously this might disturb you. We have refrained from posting this event that happened outside of the Ojai Valley Land Conservancy office for weeks, but today we are feeling bold.
Since the warmer weather has graced the Ojai valley with higher temperatures and hotter rays of sunshine, I was aware that it was only a matter of time until I saw my first alive snake. I say ‘alive’ because I’ve already ridden past a few flatten snakes while climbing the road to the trails, shaking in my spandex, both times. I’ve even seen a baby rattler already, but he or she was also dead, beheaded by the hand of a farmer, I’m guessing.
On a completely new topic, I’ve been known to drop my pants quickly, when the pee urge hits. It’s not like I’m peeing on random corners of a city block, but when out on a long ride or run, I have no problem finding a tree (or not) and marking my territory. A few years back, I was on a ride with a good friend and the pee urge hit, so we stopped and I ran to the nearest tree that protected Duey from going blind at the sight of my rather white, Irish rump. I was in such a hurry to release my liquids that I didn’t check the area, until I was mid-stream – at which point, I looked down only to notice that I was peeing on a dead snake. Needless to say that to this day, Duey still reminds me of this story with laughter brimming over his lips as he acts out my ‘gross, I peed on a dead snake’ dance.
So, I am proud to announce that when I ran past my first alive snake on the trail, today during lunch, I didn’t shake, cringe, sprint away or even get the full body tingles that I normally do …I merely peed my pants a little and kept running. I’d call that progress!
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