As a young kid, I grew up on a farm in Arkansas.
A 6 year old has a ton of great places to play on a farm.
One of these places is the loading shute for animals. It's
basically a ramp that is built to load animals into trailers.
One day while defending my fort (under the loading shute)
with my trusty machine gun (a ceder branch) I was lying in
prone position peaking out of the fort. I turned to the right,
and about 12 inches from my face was what I thought at the
time was a King Cobra... Well, he inherited the fort in about .0002
seconds.
I thought my grandpa was going to die laughing when I told him about
the king cobra under the shute. He told me what it really was, and that
because I wasn't a cricket, lizard, or tadpole I was probably safe.
