Snake Phobia

So I got this month’s National Geographic.

This time of last month I was considering if I was going to renew the subscription with its early subscription promotion plan. First I decided not to. The reason was that in the single issue of April, at least two pictures with snakes popped up when I was totally unprepared-- I was flipping the pages with a cup of tea. One of them was so pathetic, I mean, as I see it—they put a lovely little baby with a huge boa.

I told IceCube that for this very reason, I was going to say farewell to my beloved magazine. IceCube said my phobic reaction had come to the extent of being abnormal. But I can do nothing. God has made women fear of snakes at the beginning of creation.

But it was not easy to say goodbye to an old love. A few days later, I put behind the grudge and sent off the renewal.

So today, I got an even more sickening one. A guy is lying in a bathtub with a dozen of snakes.

What can I say? It is like I can never turn my back to a person I like, if I love it, I have to take it as whatsoever it is, good or bad.