what happened in the middle of the relays...

So yeah, we're for sure in Africa and I was reminded again during relays at retreat (see below post). A gardener man who works at the hotel we stayed at walked up to me, interrupting my directing the kids on the next relay stage... and whispered... "Wanna see a cobra we caught?"... 
WHAT?!! 
Never to pass up a cultural moment, I asked him to keep it (they'd killed it) and I'd be over in a little. They had seen it go into a hole in the ground BETWEEN 2 of the girl's rooms the night before. SO GLAD the girls didn't know that fact! Anyway, they poured petrol (gasoline) down the hole and of course the snake came out. Then they knocked it on the head. That is the term here. To me, I'd term it as "committing harry carry on it" with all the adrenaline that would be going through my system had I been the "hitter and no the hittee". 
It was at least 8 ft. long, a "black forest cobra". UGH. The only good cobra... 

...is a dead cobra in my opinion... *shiver*

And no, I never did tell the girls that the cobra was found between their rooms. I believe when they read this blog post, I will probably hear their shrieks across the hills of Kampala. Grin.