Hunt or Hunted?
“Would you get back here? How do you expect me to do this myself?”
Duke shook his head. “Don’t know, don’t care. I’m not going anywhere near a snake.”
Jan rolled her eyes and waved him off with her pincers. “Fine. Just stay out of my way so I don’t get bit. If you’re so afraid of snakes, why do you keep any?”
Duke shrugged. “Chicks dig ‘em. Especially the poisonous ones.”
“Venomous.” She shook her head. “Not poisonous.”
“What’s the difference?”
She paused as a rattle came from under a stool by Duke. “Don’t move or you’ll find out.”