It's funny, I'm afraid of heights but not of flying. I can ride an elevator up the outside of a seventy-eight story building--did it in Atlanta. The difference seems to be that I'm enclosed in something.
That's me, too. The very idea, though, of walking to the edge of a ledge and looking down gives me the weirdest feeling, and for some reason, it's particularly noticeable in the soles of my feet. Can't explain it. For me, a nightmare is being up high and looking down, and knowing I'm about to fallllllll....
Snakes don't especially bother me. I was a Scout camp nature director one summer and was responsible for catching all the snakes the campers found. (Those that they didn't bring to me in their own hot little hands, that is

) We kept 'em in a four-foot tall fiberglass tub with a screen mesh over it, so the Scouts could look at the snakes and learn to identify them -- especially poisonous versus non-poisonous. The only poisonous ones we had were pygmy rattlers (no more than 18 inches long) and, of course, the ubiquitous copperhead -- a truly lovely snake except for the toxic venom thing.
At the end of the summer it was necessary to do something with all the snakes -- probably 30 or so -- that had accumulated over the course of camp. I was in charge of deciding, and I didn't want to kill them or let them go in camp, so I loaded 'em up all up in my laundry bag, took a canoe from the waterfront, and paddled a couple miles downriver to a wild place with no houses around, and turned 'em all loose.
I'm not proud of some of the things I did as a 20-year old, but as for those snakes, it's a good memory.

