I hate being startled. I hate being startled!
This afternoon we aquired a pet snake. I have no problems with that. I'm not fond of snakes, but neither do I hate them. However, as we were bringing this little snake home - it's about 9 inches long, as thick as a straw, and orange - the stupid thing crawls out of it's container and into my hand. I wasn't paying attention to the stupid little reptile. I looked down to see what that slightly squishy thing in my hand was and it was the snake I thought was safely stored in my former water bottle! I freaked out as much as I could without truly panicing. Thank GOD! Mom wasn't there. Demanded my son pull over - he's got his driver's permit - and the stupid little worm had disappeared. I was just about to put on my high heels and walk the final three miles home. Blisters be damned! When we found it and I had my other son keep hold of the container.
Now like I said. I don't really have a problem with snakes. I've held many of them for small children. Big ones little ones. Whatever. I don't, however, like to be startled. THAT happens like once every three or four years.
Now, my daughter, who is very high strung and gets scared three or four times a day is taunting me! "Mom got the bejeebers scared out of her by a snake" She knows I'm going to get her!