The only sound that could be heard in the room was the constant hissing. Some of the world’s most venomous snakes were in this room.
Simon knew he couldn’t afford the slightest mistake. One wrong move and it would be his last one. The rattlesnake in his arms bared his fangs and spat out a spray of life threatening venom.
He watched the drops slide down the glass beaker and sighed. 6 done, 24 more to go. There weren’t many people who wanted to be in his place. They thought him odd but Simon preferred milking snakes to milking cows.