Have you ever seen a large bird, such as a hawk, flying overhead with a snake in its grasp? Can you imagine this from the snake's point of view?

There you are, all your life spent not only on land, but as close to the land as possible. No legs or arms to lift you up off of the ground you crawl around on all day, looking for a warm spot when it's cold, or a cool spot in the shade when it's hot. You rarely ever even look skyward (unless you're some sort of tree snake).

Then, in what must seem like an electric flash, you are being hoisted up, up, up. You get dizzy from the heights It all seems so bright. Not soon afterwards, you are dead.

I wonder if snakes tell this story about "going into the light" at the end?

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