LOL! Well you need to understand the circumstances.
I was packing up for the Daytona Beach show and I was already stressed out to the max. I opened this cage to bag up the snake (anerythristic, I think), and he came out of there all fire and brimstone. Sucker nailed me about a dozen times quick as lightning, then dove out of the cage, on the floor, and wedged himself inside of a cabinet. I'm trying to get him out and the entire time he's playing like a black racer on mean pills. Probably got 30 bites all total on my arms from this blankety-blank snake. My wife comes over to the building and hears me cussing up a storm. She said my face was as red as a beet and she was afraid I was going to have a heart attack. So when I finally got that *censored* out I just balled him up in my hands, opened the door and THREW his ass out. It was only his good luck that he landed in the bushes as I really didn't aim at all. I just wanted that sucker OUT of my life and gone.
Of course, one of my workers came in a little later and said he saw what looked like one of my corns crawling around outside. He was probably repentant by then, but tough. He was on his own then. Dodge the owls and other predators, I could not care less. He's just lucky he didn't get bon voyaged down the toilet........ :uzi: