I am a bit phobic about snakes. Slightly. Yesterday, when I was scampering down a rocky bank, snakes went flying in all directions. Ew. I stopped dead, took a deep breath and waited on them to get out of my way. I then continued on with what I was doing. I'm actually pretty impressed to learn just how much I can control my 'fear'. I do have to tell you though, one day, I was wearing 'crocs'. I thought that they would be a good thing. My feet are invariably wet, and crocs seemed like an answer to that. Seemed like it. I discovered that crocs are slippery when wet, and furthermore, when I meet a large snake, I much, MUCH prefer to be wearing my workboots which come up over my ankles. Anyhoo, like I said, I've gotten pretty sensible about snakes.
Well, for the first time, I was reaching into the brush and I heard a raspy, buzzy sort of sound. I froze. We do have rattlesnakes here. I tend to avoid places where they might be. At home, we have copperheads from time to time, but I've never seen a rattlesnake. Very cautiously, I pulled my hands back and waited. The noise continued. I realized that the gusty wind bringing in (more) rain was blowing large thorny branches against the side of a tree, making that strange scrapey sound. I have never had that happen before. I am proud to say that even though I was startled, and jumped just a little, I did not wet myself, not even a little. Fear can be controlled, and that is a good thing to know.