When I was a wee lad, I went to the Museum of Science in Boston, and saw a lecture about snakes. The curator told us that snakes are not very strong and don't have much endurance, and so, when we saw Tarzan wrestling a snake, we should know that if he got tired of wrestling he could just put the snake down.
Many years later, I saw videos of alligators killed and partially eaten by Burmese pythons in Florida, and that made me think that maybe that curator should have been more clear that he was only talking about African snakes.
The best part of that particular day was when we got to touch a real, live snake. It was blue-green and cool. "Just touch it, or brush it toward the tail, like this. Don't squeeze it like a tube of toothpaste," the curator said.
No, actually, the best part was watching my mom turn very pale while she watched me touch the snake.
