“The common southern grey snake is
relatively harmless unless you happen to be a mouse or a ground squirrel. The
farmers count the southern grey snake as a friend and try to encourage them to propagate.”
I reached into the glass cage and grabbed the snake just
behind the head and lifted it up and out. It writhed and twisted, eventually
wrapping itself around my arm. It was surprisingly strong.
“The Southern grey snake is docile
when handled and is generally no more difficult to pick up than a piece of
rope.”
It kept twisting and fighting and eventually I lost my grip
on its head.
“Very similar in size and colour to
the southern grey snake is the smoky viper which should never be approached. It
dislikes being handled and will violently attack whoever is foolish enough to
do so. It prefers larger animals like rabbits, badgers and coyotes.”
The snake kept a grip on my arm with its tail and the head
reached down and bit into my right testicle. I tried to grab it behind the
head, but I couldn’t do so and pry it’s fangs off of my right nut. The pain was
unbelievable!
“The Smoky Viper is tenacious when
it bites prey and locks the jaws and only releases when the prey is dead. The
poison from the Smoky Viper is not deadly, but will generally be strong enough
to render its prey unconscious in a relatively short time.”
I grabbed the snakes head with one hand and with the other I
tried to force open its jaws. I was pretty sure I would lose my testicle, but I
didn’t seem to mind. I was getting very sleepy. If only I could remember why I
had a snake and why I was moving it…
This is about the point that I woke up with a start in a
sweat. I reached down and confirmed that I still had my right testicle and that
there wasn’t a snake attached anywhere near my genitals. I got out of bed right
away, just in case.
Louise will be fine, she doesn’t have any testicles.
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