zooguy96 said:
RightWingConspirator said:
BlueSmoke said:
"hypothetically", I might have been a salty little freshman
"hypothetically, we might have been out in the woods as a fraternity pledge
"hypothetically,, we may have come across a copperhead, and pledge "country boy" may have been tasked with retrieving sed snake with a forked stick and a trash can.
And hypothetically, may have later stolen white mice from the lab in a cooler to feed sed snake that lived in the house with us and struck every time we fed it with leather welding gloves - so technically, I have been struck by a snake.
Again, hypothetically....
Snakes never really scared me. Just know what they can and can't do. Now, if a flying cockroach takes off, I will scream like a little girl.
Dang, I'm glad I'm not the only one. Snakes don't bother me. I won't handle them, but I have no problems dealing with them. Roach? I'm out. Won't even step on them. I can't get close to them. They terrify me.
Roaches - I'm outtie.
Spiders - no problem.
Crickets - no problem.
Snakes - or course no problem.
Scorpions - cool.
I don't do roaches. I don't do wasps/bees/etc.
I was in Vietnam years back and they had cobra on the menu. It was a process.
First, they bring out the very much alive and very pissed Cobra into the dining area and put that MF'er on the floor. It hoods up, it's pissed. They have a guy that handles, he wows the patrons, I did get to touch it while still alive.
Then to the kitchen. Think some wild food show experience - started with fried skin. Not bad. Then various portions of prepared meat.
The highlight was the heart in a shot glass with the bile gland and some clear liquor. Which I did not partake in, but some other patron did. Of course they had "Cobra whisky", or whatever. Some cloudy liquor with a little snake in it. I stuck with Tiger Beer.