Wild Black Mamba

Black Mamba

“With a hiss like some weird, ice-cold version of a steam boiler rupturing, a sound I’ll hear in sweat-soaked dreams for many years to come, first one, then a second dull, gunmetal length of murder appeared, as if by witchcraft, four feet in front of my face. The larger snake was directly ahead, the other facing me also, but within reach of Silent. I remember wondering idly if, like many reptiles, the female was the larger. I stood frozen, watching the mouths agape, showing the terrible black lining, strings of saliva hanging like delicate wet cobwebs between the upper and lower jaws.”

— Peter H. Capstick
“Mamba Means Death” c.1979

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