#snakes

Since I was a boy, from this house, I was out rescuing crocodiles and snakes. My mum and dad were very passionate about that and, I was lucky enough to go along. ↗

— Steve Irwin

#along #boy #crocodiles #dad #enough

No, snakes are no problem. I'd go to any country, anywhere, any snakes, not a problem. ↗

— Steve Irwin

#anywhere #country #go #i #no problem

Snakes are just very instinctive to me. I've been playing with snakes since before I could walk. It doesn't matter where or what it is, from the biggest to the most venomous. ↗

— Steve Irwin

#before #biggest #could #i #instinctive

Be able to recognize the dangerous snakes, spiders, insects, and plants that live in your area of the country. ↗

— Marilyn vos Savant

#area #country #dangerous #insects #live

I bite off the fingers and spit them out. Lord Loss screams obligingly. One of the snakes digs its fangs into my bald skull and rips out a chunk of flesh. I snatch the snake from its heartless home and chew its head off. I'm starting to enjoy this biting business. ↗

— Darren Shan

#lord-loss #snakes #business

With women, I've got a long bamboo pole with a leather loop on the end. I slip the loop around their necks so they can't get away or come too close. Like catching snakes. ↗

— Marlon Brando

#away #bamboo #catching #close #come

People don't like to feed live mice and rats to their snakes. Now we have a regular meat food that they will eat. Ninety percent of the snakes will eat this food and love it. ↗

— Dick Van Patten

#feed #food #like #live #love

I don't mind snakes. Growing up in South Africa there were a couple a snakes around... and I'm not talking just about the government! ↗

— Trevor Rabin

#africa #around #couple #government #growing

The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable. ↗

— F.T. McKinstry

#gardens #power #silence #snakes #wizards

One morning as I closed the cyclone-fence gate / to begin a slow drift / down to the cookhouse on foot / (because my truck wheels were glued / in deep mud once again), / I walked straight into / the waiting non-arms of a snake, / its tan beaded-bag skin / studded with black diamonds. Up it coiled to speak to me a eye level. / Imagine! that sleek finger / rising out of the land's palm / and coiling faster than a Hindu rope. / The thrill of a bull snake / startled in the morning / when the mesas lie pooled / in a custard of light / kept me bright than ball lightning all day. Praise leapt first to mind / before flight or danger, / praise that knows no half-truth, and pardons all. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#nature #snakes #imagination