I have absolutely no idea.
I love all other animals (
including lizards, crocs, even used to collect them
& spiders etc).
But even as a child, the mere picture of a snake would make me near on faint!
When I was 18 I moved to the UK to live for a number of years & worked in a restaurant my mother & brother owned. There was this ghastly sleazy man who owned a night club above the restaurant & one night after the dinner crowd, we were invited to a party of his at the nightclub. (I couldn't stand this man).
Anyway, at the "party" the sleazeball had a very large snake, some sort of python, which he was carrying around showing off to everyone. He knew I didn't like him, & had tried a number of times to be, shall we say, rather intimidating and influencial, to which I hated him even more.
So at the party, he beelines for me with the damn snake. I had a fair on fit. But because I didn't want this sleaze ball to have the better of me & enjoy my fear, I somehow managed to turn the situation.
So as he started to walk towards me, I confidently marched up to him with the snake & started stroking the snake & made out like I wasn't the least bit afraid of it.
I was surprised it felt so warm & soft & smooth.
The moment only lasted a couple of minutes, after which I was extremely relieved, as it seemed more like hours.
Since then, no, I still can't stand snakes ...
ps I don't know if this has anything to do with it, but as a small child I lived in the bush in Africa & one of my first memories is of my older brother swimming in the pool in which there was a snake (don't remember how it got there etc). But I remember the ensuing panic in getting him out of the pool away from the snake...
Oh & did I mention my ex husband became a herpatologist
Bet you'll sorry you asked!

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