A little Voodoo python/Katrina story

courtesy of John T.

Eugene the recently-deceased-happens to be one of the reasons John’s still in one piece after Katrina. He’d stayed behind to watch over the museum and his exotic pets, but when it became obvious things were going to hell he and a neighbor got in the car to get out of town.

The flood waters were just subsiding. There was no order, no food, no water. It was hot as hell. People were desperate to get the hell out of there.

The Quarter rats know about Doctor John and steer clear, but apparently other neighborhoods didn’t get the memo.

When they started to their way toward the bridge a big group of armed guys tried to carjack them… and then they saw 20 feet, 200lbs of snake in the back seat.

It turns out a large snake trumps a gun. Good to know.

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