I met this guy a while back while taking a walk in the wild, wild woods. He looked little poorly so I took him home to nurse him back to health. He gradually got better and one night after he was fully recovered we were sitting by the fire and he slithered over to me and bit me on the ankle.
“Why’d you do that?” I cried as I lay dying.
“You knew I was a snake when you brought me home, now didn’t you?”
The moral of the story is a snake is a snake and will always act like a snake and do the things that snakes do no matter what you say or do. Be careful this fall on election day not to vote for no snakes, especially orange headed vipers.