I moved to my dream house. Then I stopped using the yard I bought it for.
If you've ever been "the one who's scared of snakes" in your family...
If you've ever felt your stomach drop before you even saw anything, just from tall grass or a rustling bush...
If people have ever told you "they're more scared of you than you are of them," and it didn't help even a little...
Then you already know this isn't really about snakes. It's about the feeling that shows up before anything does.
A Fear I'd Had My Whole Life, In A Yard I Finally Had Room For
My name is Renee. I live outside Asheville with my husband and our two dogs.
I've been afraid of snakes since I was a kid. Not dramatically. Just quietly, in the background, my whole life.
It came up once or twice a year. A hike. A nature show. My brother teasing me at a zoo.
Then two years ago, we moved from a townhouse to a house with almost an acre, backed up to some trees.
I was thrilled. Finally, a real yard. Room for a garden. Room for the dogs to run.
But something changed the moment we moved in.
The fear that used to show up once or twice a year started showing up every single day.
Not because I saw anything. Just because I knew I could.