So i was about 7 at the time this happened but it is clear as water. So my Dad, Grandpa & myself were digging a big whole for a well that we were putting in so we wouldn't have to haul water. Anyways once we got to the bottom of the whole we hit a landslide of gardener snakes. Wow, plot twist. Anyways i enjoyed snakes my-self & i wasn't scared. But i never knew how scared my Dad was. My Grandpa started throwing snakes at us & he threw one so hard & fast that it wrapped around my neck. Then it really hit the fan. So i screamed & my Dad try to grab me & take me to the truck but Grandpa held a snake up & Dad booked it back to the truck. I eventually got up and took the snake off my neck but then Grandpa threw a snake at the windshield and Dad (should knowingly know) that a snake won't crawl through the engine he had booked it out & ran.... & hid. Eventually we stopped throwing snakes & went back to work.... While me & Grandpa did. Dad on the other hand had, had his fair share of work & terror in one day.

by: Pricilla C