When I lay down at night to go to sleep, this is all I can see in my mind:
And this:
I realize those are rattlesnake pictures, but unfortunately that's the snake that's stuck in my head. I'm terrified of them. I can just imagine the hot, sharp pain of a rattlesnake bite. And having to pull the damn thing off my arm. And trying to get to the hospital before my arm inflates to the size of Mr. Sta-Puff.
I haven't had nightmares or anything, I've just had a real difficult time falling asleep. And of course I won't check the pool skimmer anymore.
We're gonna have to hire someone.
Or I'm gonna have to get counseling.
