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I once had a King Cobra charge across my legs when I was sitting down in the Eastern Jungles of Malaysia. It was charging others who it saw as 'the enemy' and 'B' lined straight across me to get to them. Once across me, it reared-up and stared them down as they bolted. It didn't even realize that I was alive and went on its merry way...I however, needed therapy and a change of Jocks.
I don't hate snakes, but I hate being near them.
A Tiger Snake wrapped around my hand would do my head-in I'm afraid.
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