When most Americans think of a cobra, they think of this:
or at least I do.
Well, let me tell you about my morning.
It is Wed. Sept. 26th at about 8am and I am sitting in the livingroom sipping coffee and reading my morning Word. I had my iPod on. When all of a sudden I heard Light scream. She said, “there is a huge snake in the laundry room!”
I dont really like snakes myself, but I am a MAN ..right.? Hahaha
I wanted to see what I was dealing with. Of course i’m barefoot, so I cant stomp it. But she held her arms up to show me that the snake was about 5 feet long. And pretty darn thick.
Crap!!! I thought.
So i grabbed the mop, still dripping with water and a butcher knife off the counter. Scott came around to the other side with a 2X4 and a machette. We were ready to deffend ourselves anyway! We spotted the cobra coiled up and we smashed the metal ring he was in. That pissed him off. The cobra came out and perched up. He was about 1 1/2 feet tall with his mouth wide open!
Our hearts and adrenaline were racing like the time we hiked into the cave with anacondas!
I threw the mop right into his face! The cobra bit onto the mop and wouldnt let go. Scott started wailing on him with the 2X4. Finally he gave up his fight and we started cutting him with the knife and machette.
He was finally dead! We felt like MEN!
Psalm 91:13 You will tread upon the lion and cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you will trample down.
