If hot sulphurous bubbling boiling mud isn’t enough to convince you to stay on the boardwalk, nothing is. Suicide, and perhaps Darwin.
“If hot sulphurous bubbling boiling mud isn’t enough to convince you to stay on the boardwalk, nothing is. Suicide, and perhaps Darwin.”
Maybe trying to impress a girl.
VERY inventive way of killing yourself, I have to admit.
Guns, nooses, pills..so old hat.
One of the more interesting Award stories (Monday, November 10, 1997) Bold highlighting the stupidity:
SNAKE OWNER: BITE VICTIM REFUSED HELP
JENKINS TWP.- Stung by a cobra's bite Saturday morning, Wayne Roth refused to go to a hospital, instead downing some drinks at a neighborhood bar.Roth's bravado apparently was such that he even boasted to patrons about the bite, the snake's owner said Sunday.
Roth died hours later. He was 38.
Now, police have seized the cobra and are asking questions of its owner, Roger Croteau of Harding, Exeter Township.
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Police and Croteau say Roth was bitten at Croteau's home on Searfoss Road sometime between 9 and 10 a.m.
Roth later became groggy, Croteau said, and died between 11 a.m. and noon in Croteau's car on the way to Wilkes-Barre General Hospital. The county coroner's office listed his death closer to 1 p.m., said Deputy Coroner Joseph Shaver.
But instead of continuing to the hospital, Croteau turned the car around and went back to a Jenkins Township bar at which the two had stopped earlier.
"I didn't know what to do, I was scared," Croteau said Sunday. "What do you do when your friend dies because your snake bit him?"
Croteau, an avid snake collector and self-described expert who regularly exhibits his snakes at regional reptile shows, offered the following account of Saturday's events.
"I met (Roth) at a convenience mart in Pittston and he wanted to come over and see my snakes." Croteau agreed.
Croteau was giving water to the snakes when he saw Roth plunge his hand into the cobra's tank, pull it out and suddenly drop it back in. Croteau saw blood on Roth's hand. But Roth denied being bitten and refused to go to the hospital, telling Croteau, "I'm a man, I can handle it," even though a cobra's venom is lethal.
Shortly after, Croteau drove Roth to the Wyoming Hose Company, at Roth's suggestion, and Roth drank two shots of alcohol and a beer. Roth bragged to patrons that he had been bitten by a cobra.
The two men left the Hose Company and stopped at Karp's Tavern on Market Street, Jenkins Township, for Croteau to use the bathroom before driving Roth home. When Croteau returned, he found Roth hanging on to the edge of the bar. Roth was groggy and quiet.
Croteau helped Roth out to the car and headed to General Hospital. Croteau held the dazed man's hand and yelled at him, "Fight to live!" Roth died just before they reached the hospital.
Croteau pulled the car over, felt Roth for a pulse and found none. Although moments from the hospital, Croteau turned around and went back to Karp's. Croteau told customers that Roth was dead. Someone called the police.
"I begged him to go (to the hospital), but I couldn't force him," Croteau said.
Croteau, a slender man with a scruffy beard and glasses, was visibly upset Sunday evening.
The past 24 hours have been difficult.