I can’t really find a picture of failure or cancer so I’m going to go with snakes. I hate them and I’m frightened by them. It doesn’t help that my husband loves watching snakes shows and thinks they are cool. I had to put a stop to him watching those shows before bed because for weeks on end I would dream about snakes attacking me. And we aren’t talking about little garter snakes or even a boa. These were King Cobras, black mambas and diamondbacks, etc. You know the deadly ones. And I know that here in Minnesota I really have zero chance of running into a diamondback but they are out there.