On our way to the office to send out our Christmas letter, we discovered our neighbours out waving sticks and peering somewhat gingerly down a culvert near our house.
"It's a cobra," we were told. After hurrying back to find our own hoe handles, we returned to the scene. David helped collect dry grass to throw into the culvert and then after dousing it with paraffin the grass was set alight.
Then the waiting game was on as we eyed the smoke waiting for the snake to emerge. It finally did appear, head raised and obviously not in a friendly mood.
It was greeted with several blows to its head and body. The head was soon crushed but we were amazed how long the rest of the body still writhed. Ugandans are trained from an early age to take snakes seriously. We certainly were thankful yesterday that this early training paid off. And that belt...well maybe six feet of imitation leather would work just as well.