Alex has made a quasi-decent replica of a snake- or at least, the best one can do when you're making it out of braided vines. He's in full Zookeeper-slash-Crocodile-Hunter mode, acting as if the pretend thing is going to lash out and bite him.
"Okay, so first off- try not to grab it with your hands at all. I've put together a few tools here-" he's no blacksmith, but poles with hooks on the end are easy enough to piece together.
He goes through the process of showing people the safest way to approach, catch and contain a venomous snake- though he encourages people to locate the snakes and bring him to them if they're uncertain about whether or not they can safely handle them.
After that, he goes on to What To Do If You're Bitten. No tourniquets, just a light bandage- lie down with the wound above the heart, and everything else Web MD will tell you to do if you're bitten.
After the lesson that really feels more like a very rehearsed lecture (because it prettymuch is) he goes on to the obvious conclusion of such a speech: "Any questions?"
Expedition
"Just stay very, very still," says Alex. "Don't shift your weight, or move your feet," Alex is saying very, very calmly to the poor individual that's found itself in a staredown with a fever snake.
Ever so slowly, he inches the hooked pole in, uses it to quickly catch and grab the snake, and tosses it into a waiting bag.
"You did great!" he tells the would-be bite victim, trying to sound encouraging while holding a bag of venomous potential death.
Recovery-Process
Alex has been milking snakes for quite some time now. Make whatever puns about that you desire, he's probably heard all of them.
He holds each snake's upper jaw over a jar with a membrane he's made out of dried livestock entrails, since there's no source of readily available rubber, sinks the fangs into it, and lets the poison drip until the snake has no more venom to give. Then he puts it into an enclosure, writing down the time on a slip of paper next to it.
"Use it fast, we have no way to freeze it yet," he says as he starts to hand it off to someone, then stops, realizing he's getting far too robotic. So he stops and makes eye contact, and puts something of a polite, if extremely tired smile on his face. "Unless you're here to help with the milking. I've got a few
Expedition & Recovery - OTA
Alex has made a quasi-decent replica of a snake- or at least, the best one can do when you're making it out of braided vines. He's in full Zookeeper-slash-Crocodile-Hunter mode, acting as if the pretend thing is going to lash out and bite him.
"Okay, so first off- try not to grab it with your hands at all. I've put together a few tools here-" he's no blacksmith, but poles with hooks on the end are easy enough to piece together.
He goes through the process of showing people the safest way to approach, catch and contain a venomous snake- though he encourages people to locate the snakes and bring him to them if they're uncertain about whether or not they can safely handle them.
After that, he goes on to What To Do If You're Bitten. No tourniquets, just a light bandage- lie down with the wound above the heart, and everything else Web MD will tell you to do if you're bitten.
After the lesson that really feels more like a very rehearsed lecture (because it prettymuch is) he goes on to the obvious conclusion of such a speech: "Any questions?"
Expedition
"Just stay very, very still," says Alex. "Don't shift your weight, or move your feet," Alex is saying very, very calmly to the poor individual that's found itself in a staredown with a fever snake.
Ever so slowly, he inches the hooked pole in, uses it to quickly catch and grab the snake, and tosses it into a waiting bag.
"You did great!" he tells the would-be bite victim, trying to sound encouraging while holding a bag of venomous potential death.
Recovery-Process
Alex has been milking snakes for quite some time now. Make whatever puns about that you desire, he's probably heard all of them.
He holds each snake's upper jaw over a jar with a membrane he's made out of dried livestock entrails, since there's no source of readily available rubber, sinks the fangs into it, and lets the poison drip until the snake has no more venom to give. Then he puts it into an enclosure, writing down the time on a slip of paper next to it.
"Use it fast, we have no way to freeze it yet," he says as he starts to hand it off to someone, then stops, realizing he's getting far too robotic. So he stops and makes eye contact, and puts something of a polite, if extremely tired smile on his face. "Unless you're here to help with the milking. I've got a few