I don't like snakes either. My go-to stress nightmares are about snakes.

My last business trip to the southwest (Arizona) I went hiking and almost stepped on a baby rattler. It turned out to be dead, which explains why it was just lying in the middle of the trail, but the contortions I did mid-air to avoid stepping on it when I finally noticed it would have qualified me to be the prima ballerina at the Moscow Ballet.