Wouldn’t that be “baby monocled cobras” rather than “monocled baby cobras”?
And do they chase people?
Damn it! I paid good money for those guys to keep those GOPers locked up!
Knew I should have went with the Ugandans.
Check the airport. They like planes.
They ate most of them already.
Somebody's gonna get shot.
I’d like to see a film of the great snake escape.
My guess is they did it during the night, as snakes tend to be nocturnal when the temperature permits.
Meh. The movie sucked.
Wait just a minute. So you’re saying there are licensed poisonous snake breeding farms?
Snakes on the plain?
May they all find their way to Yukon and bite many residents.
August?
Grab a flute, sit down cross-legged, and start playing.
Snippets from Mark Twain’s “Roughing It”, about some neer do wells who were turned in surveyors and sent out in the wilds.
“They brought in great store of prodigious hairy spiders—tarantulas—and imprisoned them in covered tumblers up stairs in the “ranch.”
“The surveyors brought back more tarantulas with them, and so we had quite a menagerie arranged along the shelves of the room. Some of these spiders could straddle over a common saucer with their hairy, muscular legs, and when their feelings were hurt, or their dignity offended, they were the wickedest-looking desperadoes the animal world can furnish. If their glass prison-houses were touched ever so lightly they were up and spoiling for a fight in a minute.”
There was as usual a furious “zephyr” blowing the first night of the brigade’s return, and about midnight the roof of an adjoining stable blew off, and a corner of it came crashing through the side of our ranch. There was a simultaneous awakening, and a tumultuous muster of the brigade in the dark, and a general tumbling and sprawling over each other in the narrow aisle between the bedrows. In the midst of the turmoil, Bob H—— sprung up out of a sound sleep, and knocked down a shelf with his head. Instantly he shouted:
“Turn out, boys—the tarantulas is loose!”
Holy Toledo! I can’t think of any other midnight shout that would get someone’s attention REALLY fast. :-) Whenever I knock something over, I yell “Turn out boys!” - family Joke, but some others look at me in a strange way..
The chapter is at: http://www.online-literature.com/twain/roughing-it/22/
So are the snakes poisonous or are they venomous? Crucial difference there.
How awful!
I walked out on my drive a few years ago and thought I had walked up on a cobra!
I got my snake book out, after I killed it of course, and discovered I had killed a spreading adder!
Snakes on a plain?