More Heroics

It's amazing to see the panic that some of the things that exist around here can cause. Yesterday, the door to the office slammed open with what could only be described as an impassioned plea for a machete. Had it been a woman, I suspect that there would have been some serious screaming going on. But in this case it was one of our more macho guys, with just a little extra volume in his voice but an oh my god sort of look in his eyes. Since I had been somewhat involved in our last snake adventure, I apparently now have earned the distinction of being the keeper of the machetes and one of our resident snake slayers.


This time around, it was a shamefully small little snake that had been sighted on out back sidewalk. So sure, I thought, let me at him with this big ol' machete. And go after him I did. At this point, he's little more than headless corpse and one more notch on our machete.


It turns out that there was some good and bad news to accompany this story. The good news was that that little guy had apparently already been done in by the poison left the day before by our trusty team of fumigators. The somewhat disturbing news was that, according to the fellow who spotted him in the first place, he was a green mamba -- considered to be one of the more deadly snakes on the face of the earth. And he had been slitherng around right next to the base of our building. Yikes! We're just sort of hoping that he didn't get the chance before his none-too-untimely death to tell any of his friends about how much fun playing in our yard can be.