Our friend and his partner who soon fly into the city from London to sojourn with us for a weekend, he messaged me his worries about snakes on the plane. I replied, "snakes on the mf'ing plane!? I'd eat the mf'rs." Samuel L Jacksonisms aside, I did eat snake once. Summer camp at Camp Friday Mountain(now an ashram), the boy's camp founded by the great Texan folklorists and anthropologists Roy Bedicheck, Ray Prescott Webb, and J. Frank Dobie. I was lineage, my father attended before me. But back to snakes, rattlers to be specific. My nature counselor caught a diamondback beneath our cabin and fried it up that same day. Snake's good, at least rattlesnake, amphibiously chickeny, lots of bones. So, yes, if confronted by snakes on a mf'ing plane, break out the good china.
Being gauche rocks, stun the bourgeoisie