Some things just make no sense.
For some of us, it may be, say, skydiving: As in, why jump out of a perfectly good plane? For others, it’s more down to earth, but no less existential. How can driving while texting, a primary cause of modern road carnage, still be a secondary offense?
But this one still amazes–even here in “Flori-duh.” Some folks have venomous reptiles in their homes. On purpose.
It means, among other things, that they’ve applied to the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission for a permit and have agreed to be inspected, along with their king cobras, annually.
Alas, it also means, that where you have deadly poisonous snakes, Murphy’s Law will periodically slither in–and out. Snakes can–and have–escaped, which surely gives new meaning to weird, off-putting neighbors. Loud, awful music and bad barbeque aromas don’t seem nearly so bad.
But the commission is responding to the obvious concerns. The captive wildlife staff will be ramping up inspections. In fact, the commission’s executive director, Nick Wiley, has indicated that it may ban venomous snake pets.
Note, however, the conditional “may.”
In other words, ramped-up inspections just might be the answer. This is, after all, still “Flori-duh,” and some folks won’t give up their poisonous pet snakes easily.