Dream, home, 4:42am
Ray finds a series of tiny vipers. My job is to pinch their jaws so they cannot bite us as we carry them outside a bungalow. With each snake he tells me that the fangs are longer, that my chances of getting bitten are greater.
I feel the injector fangs close to the skin of my index fingers – my thumbs pinch their little heads from behind. Yet I never feel the sting of the poison.