When I was 9, I lived in Annapolis, MD. It was rural. One morning in the summer, I found a water moccasin in the bathroom toilet, so I did what 9 year old boys do; I tried to grab it.
It bit me on the hand. I got to find out all about snake bite antivenom, tetanus shots and 2 surgeons extracted teeth and fangs from my hand for about 90 minutes.
I never did that again.
Kind of makes my story about getting bitten by a brown recluse sound pretty pitiful.
Reminds me of the old joke about the guy who sat on a log and was bitten on the peter by a rattler.
Friends came back, after being advised to try and suck the poison out ....
“Sorry bud. Doc said yer gonna die.”
Where did it come from?
We do not not have them this far north.
Weird!