Snake Pit
Snakes pelted me like rain. They fell upon my supine body in a tumble and slithered off to the dirt, swarmed about me in the narrow pit, as helpless and trapped as I was. The snakes were adolescent anacondas.
Paralyzed by something the Watupi had slipped into the welcoming drink they had given me, I could do nothing but stare. The anacondas were biting me, striking out in agitation. My vision wavered, my eyes filling with dirt and being obscured by snakes. Anacondas weren’t poisonous. But the banana spiders were highly venomous.
They were the last harsh rain to fall.
