Growing up in SA, snakes are a bit of a concern from time to time...
A friend of mine (lets call him Garth, for that is his name) had been grounded by his mother for being a little shit and had therefore snuck out to play in the bundu/scrubland outside with a friend. He must have been around 8 or 9...

Anyway, they made bows and arrows as boys do and used bits of glass for the arrow heads. Garth got shot in the leg, just a small cut but it bled a bit. He realised that he was now going to be in serious shit as his mother would see the wound/blood on his clothes etc and know that he had been outside playing. In short, he was fucked. Until he had a brainwave:
he ran home screaming for his Mom saying that he had been bitten by a 2 metre long black snake. After he had been bitten he had tried to get the poison out with the glass and squeezing like he had seen on MacQyver. His Mom obviously associated black snake with black mamba and almost had a coronary. She called the doctors who were not prepared to take any chances, so they got the medical helicopter from Groote Schuur hospital to pick him up, and fly him straight to hospital where he spent 3 days being observed.

30 years later he is still too shit scared to tell her the truth and she still goes on how her baby was almost killed by the mamba.
( zulu eh?, Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:57, Reply)