We interrupt vacation memories to share some Wisconsin nature.
Brown Creepers don’t seem to like me much. This is only the second time I’ve ever seen one and he did not cooperate much more than the first one did!
Still, he was fun to watch hopping around on tree trunks.
As I was walking the trail later I thought I found a messed up bike tire.
Then I saw the end of the “tire” and took a step back. You may not realize it from my photos but I do not like snakes.
I really, really, really do not like snakes! But, I am more afraid of the ones I don’t see than the ones I do - if that makes sense. I do think the camera lends me some of its courage to pause and take some photos. But I still do not like snakes - deep down.
I spend a lot of time in parks, in the woods, on trails and off trails - sometimes in knee high grass. And it’s little fellows like this one that keep me having panic attacks while I walk through the weeds.
You see, my biggest fear is that I will step down on a snake, it will somehow get caught between my heel and my Crocs and as I accidentally smoosh it, it will whip back and bite me and because it is trapped between my heel and my shoe and I cannot get away from it. If Dennis gets further than a few feet from me my panic attack worsens until I am nearly hyperventilating. In fact, the deeper into the grasses I go, the more my panic heightens.
After all this time, I just thought you guys should know ~ I do not like snakes!