In the past, I've written a little about how, at times, my life has paralleled that of Gwok Jing. It took a turn for the weird yesterday.
After work, I got a panicked phone call from my mother because she had found a LIVE RATTLESNAKE inside her garage. She had managed to trap it underneath a plastic bucket, but didn't know what to do next.
I told Mom not to panic and went over to her place armed with a baseball bat.
Sure enough, it was a rattler. I'm not crazy about killing animals, but this critter was a threat. I promptly bashed its head in with the bat, hitting it a good ten times to make sure it was thoroughly dispatched to Snake Heaven.
And so I killed my first snake. It wasn't a good feeling. Knowing that there was probably a good enough reason to kill it doesn't make it feel any more pleasant.
Gwok Jing, of course, killed a snake during his adventures...but he faced a giant snake with his bare hands and teeth. I at least had a baseball bat. No chomping down and biting the snake to death for me, no thanks.
So anyway...