After our day at the women's prison, we also had to go to the psychiatric hospital to pick up a baby, so that's a whole other story.
We were trying to relax in the evening, sitting out by a fire. They have quite a few dogs on the property. All of a sudden the dogs go into some sort of pack mode, and Janine says, “Don't anybody move.” Ian gets up and gets a flashlight and shovel.
Literally right behind my chair was a puff adder. Puff adders kill more people in Africa than any other type of snake. I hate snakes. I really don't like snakes; I have a thing about snakes.
Ian's trying to hold the flashlight and kill the snake. I take the flashlight. The snake is wedged in a little stone wall. The shovel's not sharp enough, and the snake's trying to get out, and I'm trying not to wet my pants, and Ian's trying to dispatch the snake.