Folks, there is never a dull moment in rural medicine. You may get to help your patients kill a snake on the front porch with the whole waiting room watching.
After a tense, 10 minutes of touch-and-go, I drove the snake from his hiding place with the stick in my left hand, held his head down with the mop handle, then Mr. Smith moved in for the kill. Crisis averted.
Notice that Mr. Smith's shirt has some sort of religious soldier slaying a dragon. Ironic.