Instinctively, I knew the snake was dead. There was no way he was alive. But I still ran outside and had a moment of freaking out. Then I realized I had to figure out how to get rid of the snake. Well, even if the snake was dead, there was no way I was touching it! So I went up to Tumaini and got a couple of the older boys to come and help me. They were very nonchalant about the whole matter. So much so, that their calmness almost convinced me to touch the snake. Almost. Instead, I worked on burning the snake. Surprisingly, at least to me, the snake really didn't catch on fire.
Anyhow, the snake is now gone. And as I kept repeating to myself, "A dead snake is better than a living one."
