Well, we didn’t get it done. I didn’t. How did I get involved? They’re cruel. They go out and catch those rattlesnakes. They put gasoline into the boroughs. They hook it up, hoses up to exhaust systems. And what they don’t kill, they catch and bring in and, terrible! I could show you pictures of some big redneck with a five foot long rattlesnake, and two or three kids there and, you know, touching it. And now they’d say, “Well, their mouths were sewed up.” They weren’t half the time.
