The Blog Of Dysfunction

I killed an adult Indian cobra today. I feel like shit.

She had found her way into the house of one of the ward boys. found a little gap between the rafter and the asbestos roof and sat there stubbornly reusing to come out or run away.

I had not seen her enter the recess, when I shone my torch I could barely make out a brown body and a sleek head. I thought she was a rat snake. So we started putting in sticks and prodding it to fall down, but she refused to budge. I suggested we leave her alone and allow her to come out and find her way home, of course that was rather impractical, seen they wished to sleep under that roof.

The ward boy, Dattu, came up with the idea of smoking her out so i pushed in a burning rag, soaked in kerosene, she fidgeted and poked her head out a bit, i was scared, and the rickety ladder i stood on wobbled, almost took me to the ground. So Dattu did what I didn’t have stones to do, he went up close and shoved the torch into her face, “naag naag” he shouted as she rose to strike. but still clung onto the stick and came down slowly when it went out. Our cobra was very much alive and still in there. Then Dattu decided that plain old smoking was not enough, so he made a torch and set the poor thing to fire, while I stood by, shining the torch into the recess and prodding her to make her fall down.

She didn’t. she was stuck, so she burned to death.

Then I climbed up again, dislodged her and brought her down for the world the ogle her. Showed them all the markings. Opened her mouth and showed them her sharp lifeless fangs.

Another majestic predator is dead, another hundred rodents will live on to ruin crops and spread illness.

And I have proven myself to be a coward, again.

I could really use some rum now.

ciao

schizo

PS: Yes, that’s me, I know I need a haircut, and yep its me again, displaying her mark. No, I will not tell you how I determined her gender.