Snakes On A Chain*

This afternoon, as we headed in to the gate at House 2, this little neighbor girl pointed behind us and said, "Snake!"

We turn around to this:Evidently, some kid found this black mamba in the bushes and killed it before it could kill anyone. {Highlights of the wikipedia page: has been claimed to move at up to 19.5 km/h (12 mph), It can strike up to 12 times in a row. A single bite from a black mamba injects enough venom to kill anywhere from 20–40 grown men. Can live in bushes and small trees and also in houses.}

Bre leaned in really close to check out the semi-smashed head. And, of course, I grabbed her arm and screamed. She jumped a few inches, which made me, Jordan, the two boys that were with us and the neighbor kids laugh. Success, if you ask me.

Halfway through the night, Martin wandered out to grab it from the fence and tried to take the fangs out. I think someone had beat him to it.

This lead to my saying how much I would love to "milk" a snake someday...to help harvest the venom which would help to create anti-venom. I saw it on The Jeff Corwin Experience. It was one of the best things I've ever seen. Bre, of course, thinks I'm nutso-cabana for both knowing the term "milking" and for harboring a desire to do so.

*Oh, the title. About 3 1/2 hours after seeing the snake, Bre says, "Oh! Snakes on a Chain! I've been trying so hard to come up with a funny pun about it! Please use that as your blog title tonight!"