Wednesday, January 30, 2013
In the junior dormitory at school, it was never a good idea to jump around on the beds and make noises after the lights were switched out. It wasn't good for the beds, and it interfered with the beer drinking of those in charge of us. Our fourteen foot Black Mamba, against whom we so bravely had battled was a two foot Tree Snake and quite harmless. A slightly inebriated school master picked up the snake by the scruff of its little neck, returned the snake to the senior dormitory, and spent the remainder of his evening shouting at them.