If ya can tear yourselves away from scintillating pie threads for a few seconds...
A morning heart starter story from down on the farm:
Just putting stuff in garbage can outside laundry, something moved in my peripheral vision.
There, out of my still uncut grass, was a fricking great king cobra reared up, hood extended, ready to strike. Both I and the dog beside me beat a hasty retreat. Took twenty minutes for my old heart to slow down.
Not sure who was more scared by the confrontation me or it. Suspect it was interrupted while it was busy hunting frogs since it is has been pissing down for four days now. Doubt snakes are naturally aggressive unless protecting food or young.