Loony Lou was a snake poacher. You’d see him sneaking up on a snake and snatch it right off the ground. Sometimes he got bit and sometimes he didn’t. By now, it didn’t make any difference. Loony Lou was crazy as crazy gets.

“Oh, sure, I been bit lots of times by...what were we talkin’ about?”, he started.

“Umm, snakes, Lou, snakes”.

“Oh, we were? Okay, they’re nasty critters. They bite like the dickens when you pick ‘em up. Real unfriendly like”.

Loony Lou then started to shake around. His eyes began rolling back in his head. He was drooling. Snot was coming out by the gallon.

“Jeez, Lou, maybe you got bit a time or two too many”.

“Nah, this ain’t from any of them snakes. This is from some bad acid I dropped thirty years ago. It sneaks back on me from time to time.”

Loony Lou spotted the rattler. It was a big one. Work this right and he’s make enough to retire for a week or so. He kept a careful eye on that rattler. He approached it slowly and cautiously. He was about to reach for it when the rattler he didn’t see bit him on the leg.

Loony Lou snatched that one up and tossed it in the bag. While he did that, the other one bit him on the butt. Lou snatched him up too after prying the jaws loose. Lou was faced with a decision. Go to the venom dealer first or the hospital first. Wait! Have to go to the dealer first. Need money to pay the hospital. They wouldn’t treat him without money upfront anymore. They also had this aversion to snakes, bagged or not.

After selling the snakes to the lab Loony Lou tried to remember what else he was going to do. He couldn’t. Uh, oh, another bad trip coming on. Man, he thought, I must been nuts to drop acid. Should have stuck to snake poaching