I must have been around seven years old when I saw my first wild cobra. I was walking with my grandfather around our farm and we saw a cobra, a little over four feet, cross the path ahead of us. When it spotted us, it raised its hood briefly and then continued on its way. When I first saw the snake I wanted to turn and run. My grandfather put his arm on my shoulder and said, “If we stay still, it will go away.” Those words have stayed with me.