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During my working to get through college days, an old gentleman named Robert in the automobile service department where I worked carried a small flask of what he commonly classified as “snake bite medicine” in his jacket pocket. “That’s in case I run into a snake,” he would chuckle. “And just in case I don’t see one, I try to keep a snake handy in my other pocket.” At least a couple of times in my many years, I’ve crossed paths with one of the slithering reptiles in situations that were way too close for comfort. Looking back, I guess it’s good I managed to dodge suffering from snake bite as I never carried the medicinal elixir Robert relied on. Just in case he met a snake. Fortunately, it’s been some 30 years since my last close encounter of a snake kind. But for my friend who happened up on one in her kitchen a few weeks ago, the memory is still much too fresh.