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Jack Kennedy hates snakes. Not much else scares him, but snakes he can not handle. If he sees a snake of any type he will hit the floor and curl up in the fetal position. This crippling fear has not always been dormant within the Chicago forward, however. This phobia was indeed learned, as he lived all through his childhood unperplexed by the existence of the slimy reptiles. Jack Kennedy learned to fear snakes through literal submission. As a high schooler, young Kennedy was something of a boy scout--particularly interested in archeology. On the faithful day, he was out riding in Arches National Park in Utah. While exploring a cave he stumbled upon a troupe of grave robbers in the midst of stealing a golden crucifix. Kennedy felt very strongly that the antique treasure belonged in a museum. He proceeded to bungle their thievery, but in the process, he was forced to traverse across a moving circus train. Well, he ended up falling through the roof of one car directly into a pit of snakes, and thus the phobia of snakes is born.