I always love hearing people panic over reptiles.
I find it disturbing.
We are supposed to be the Molon Labe crowd, ready to rush into battle, to save the republic.
Now just imagine that TSHHTF and you’re hunkered down in a ditch or hidden in a copse of forest, eyes on the enemy camp and suddenly, a puny little Garter Snake slithers over your buddy’s boot and he screams like a girl, revealing your position.
Next thing you know, you’re blown to Hell.
The libs could conceivably win a war against us by waving a handful of snakes or a sack of spiders.
So depressing.
Reckon I’ll just strip naked, slap on some woad and run into battle by my own damn self.
:)