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Posted on 11/1/12 at 4:50 pm to mizzoukills
Posted on 11/1/12 at 4:50 pm to mizzoukills
While we wait for Kills next installment in his romance novel, I will finally lead up to my outhouse story.
Part 1. Snake Phobia
My freshman year at Mizzou, the Psych Dept advertised for students willing to take part in Phobia Research. The intent was to see if they could erase or at least mollify one's fear of snakes. They would even pay good money to the participants. I wanted the money, and had more than ample up close and personal rational reasons to fear snakes. My snake encounters are a legendary part of my family folklore. The expression "snake bit," would fit me perfectly, except by some miraculous intervention, I somehow, avoided actually being bit.
I had to interview for the psych guinea pig position, as many students also wanted to pick up some extra easy cash. I related my close encounters with a few copperheads, one blue racer, one diamondback rattler and numerous innocuous snakes, black snakes, in particular. By the time I was through sharing my history, between the tender ages of 6 and 8, even the panel of interviewers agreed that my fear might not be irrational. I was to become their star pupil and greatest challenge!
(to be continued)
Part 1. Snake Phobia
My freshman year at Mizzou, the Psych Dept advertised for students willing to take part in Phobia Research. The intent was to see if they could erase or at least mollify one's fear of snakes. They would even pay good money to the participants. I wanted the money, and had more than ample up close and personal rational reasons to fear snakes. My snake encounters are a legendary part of my family folklore. The expression "snake bit," would fit me perfectly, except by some miraculous intervention, I somehow, avoided actually being bit.
I had to interview for the psych guinea pig position, as many students also wanted to pick up some extra easy cash. I related my close encounters with a few copperheads, one blue racer, one diamondback rattler and numerous innocuous snakes, black snakes, in particular. By the time I was through sharing my history, between the tender ages of 6 and 8, even the panel of interviewers agreed that my fear might not be irrational. I was to become their star pupil and greatest challenge!
(to be continued)
This post was edited on 11/1/12 at 11:33 pm
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Posted on 11/1/12 at 11:31 pm to Bogie00
Part 2. Snake Phobia
The psych panel agreed that I truly had a phobia when it came to snakes. Within a two year span I had stepped on a copperhead while barefoot, shared a tube ride with another copperhead, been chased by a blue racer up a dusty road, almost been thrown by my horse when encountering a rattle snake on a trail ride, reached into a nest of baby rabbits and pulled out a black snake engorging one bunny. Who wouldn't be afraid of snakes, after those experiences?
One incident is humorous now, but not at the time it happened. For convenience sake, we had an outhouse located between stables and barns. The last time I ever used it, is quite memorable. I entered and proceeded to take the throne. Unknown to me a black snake was stretched across the top of the interior door frame. As luck would have it, the snake decided to drop across my bare thighs. With a scream like a banshee, I burst through the door, pants around my ankles, and fell to the ground. To add to my horror, my father and a couple of hired hands witnessed my bare arse. They never let me live it down.
(to be continued)
The psych panel agreed that I truly had a phobia when it came to snakes. Within a two year span I had stepped on a copperhead while barefoot, shared a tube ride with another copperhead, been chased by a blue racer up a dusty road, almost been thrown by my horse when encountering a rattle snake on a trail ride, reached into a nest of baby rabbits and pulled out a black snake engorging one bunny. Who wouldn't be afraid of snakes, after those experiences?
One incident is humorous now, but not at the time it happened. For convenience sake, we had an outhouse located between stables and barns. The last time I ever used it, is quite memorable. I entered and proceeded to take the throne. Unknown to me a black snake was stretched across the top of the interior door frame. As luck would have it, the snake decided to drop across my bare thighs. With a scream like a banshee, I burst through the door, pants around my ankles, and fell to the ground. To add to my horror, my father and a couple of hired hands witnessed my bare arse. They never let me live it down.
(to be continued)
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