My Story (Second time typing this, PC hiccupped last time)

I was feeding a pigmy in sweater box with the top on it. It killed and didnt eat the mouse. I turned the box so it was short sides near and away from me, creating the most distance betwen me and the snake. So I tipped the box to me, which slid the mouse to my side, and made the snake go the other way. I cracked the top, slid the top back, and while the snake was still "looking for a way out" on the far end, I snapped my hand in real quick to pull the mouse out, and as if the snake saw it coming, he struck at me. It became a Too Close For Comfort moment for me.
I went out the next day and bought 24" tongs.

Person 2 - to remain unnamed.
This person was transporting 9 baby venomous viperids in the back of a Jeep Wrangler on along trip. The backs of Wranglers get real hot since the exhaust runs right underneath the floor in the back.
At the end of the 6 hour trip, all but one baby was still alive. The rest had cooked.
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Tom

"The more people I meet, the more I like my snakes"

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