Good heavens, I'm terrified of snakes. Even a simple rope on the street can make me scream, spin, and jump. But I also absolutely love reading about snakes. I'm both a complete novice and a madman. One day, I was sleeping soundly. I dreamt of a beautiful little green snake. Based on my extensive experience with snakes, I was certain it was a high-value, non-venomous one. I confidently reached out and touched its lustrous scales. I was certain it was a dream. Only in dreams do I dare to touch a snake, even if it's non-venomous. The cold touch dispelled the sweltering summer heat. Then, I was bitten. The pain was very real. Fine, dense, like needle pricks. But...
