It happened some decades ago in our neighbourhood. A small girl was bitten by a snake one morning. Her frantic cries alerted all, as relatives came running down and besides calming her down, they somehow subdued the snake also. Taking extreme risks, they
managed to put it alive in a small metal box that was also carried to the hospital along with girl.
The chief physician came, examined the girl and asked to see the snake since they had brought it. But the snake was alive and could be let loose inside the hospital. There was no other option but to kill it. “No chance, we
will not kill or let anyone kill the snake. We will just open the box slightly and show the snake to the doctor,” the relatives said.
A commotion ensued. If anything was going to be killed, it would be the doctor and not the snake, they threatened in unison. Please don’t think that the relatives were drunk or ardent snake lovers or were afraid of some wildlife
protection Act. (This story had happened well before the act came into force in 1972) Like many people in those days, they just had this superstitious belief that if they killed the snake, the patient will also die. Somehow the good doctor convinced them that
nothing of the sort would happen to the child and the situation was brought under control. This story had a happy ending except for the poor venomous viper, which by the time they opened the small metal box with sticks ready, was already dead.
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