You're life is a Jimmy Buffet song.
The snakes ... not good. You'd think somebody, in respect of Gringo sensibilities, might have taken the time to ensure that the grass was free of anacondas. I cannot even articulate how fast you're losing your tip if a snake crawls out of whatever you've just delivered.
Anyway, stay close to Buddy. God bless him, but he doesn't seem too discriminating about what he puts in his mouth. Although, I bet you'd be able to call his bluff with Brussels Sprouts.
Quill
I saw this comment yesterday and found myself singing this song all day today, especially when I was swinging aimlessly in the hammock :)
Apparently the field where the grass comes from is 'full' of snakes, many full grown! The little babies just get in there because they squirm into the middle of the bundles. We found 4 or 5 over the first couple of days, but thankfully none since. Perhaps Buddy ate them :)