Reminds me of the story about the hunter who dropped his drawers in the woods to answer nature’s call when a rattlesnake bit him on his exposed butt. His friends said for him to stay calm and they would go for help. They got the ER doc on the phone and were told they would have to make a small cut near each fang puncture and suck out the poison or their friend would not survive. They rushed back to find their friend already very sick and weak. He whispered to them with labored breathing “what did the doctor say?” The friend who had talked with the doc just shook his head sadly and said “the doctor said you are going to die.”
My ex did that, went behind some bushes, and I heard her say, “Bob, come quick, snake”. She was squatting right over a 4+ foot Diamondback. I took her hands and just jerked her out of there. Good thing she didn’t pee on the damned thing. It was in early December, the snake was a little chilled and sluggish, wouldn’t have been a good idea to warm it up.