BOO- Scott Street

The bane of evil itself is what frightens me the most: Serpents. My fear of them has no personal origin, yet I've had my encounter with these nasty creatures. 90 percent of them result in my running into the house to find shelter, and the other 10 percent consists of me killing the snake because everyone else in your family is too scared to do something about it (yes this includes my father as well). I'm not sure what exactly it is about snakes that really gets me. Maybe it's the forked tongue, maybe it's the serpentine movement of its body. I'm not sure. All I know is that I read a book in elementary school about a snake that went through the plumbing and came out of the toilet, and ever since that day, I have been extremely paranoid about using the restroom. I can credit that fear directly to snakes, and that's just one of the many reasons why I despise snakes.