Assignment 10: Maggie Anderson

Zombie Apocalypse: Just die so I don't have to deal with it.
What scares me most: Snakes. They're weird little legless lizard freaks that shouldn't exist and you will not convince me otherwise. I used to be fine with snakes. I didn't love them or anything, but I thought they were kind of cool. Then I started to have nightmares about snakes. They were rare, one every few months, but they were enough. In fact, I can only remember one nightmare I've ever had that wasn't snakes. (It was flesh eating slugs and that was my great-uncle's fault.) I would always wake up scared from these dreams and call my mother in to check around my room and at the foot of my bed for snakes, but I still didn't fear snakes in general, just these nightmares. However, as years went by, I steadily began to fear snakes more and more. Now, I can't even look at a picture of one without getting really jumpy and paranoid. At first I thought this was stupid, after all I had been fine with snakes for years, even while having the dreams. But now, I accept that my subconscious is probably right. I haven't had a nightmare in a little while, they've been replaced with a real fear.