While talking on the phone calmly in a hotel room, a yellow, medium-sized snake appeared. It slithered with its head up. At one point it chased me back against a bureau. I stopped its motion by putting my right toe on it. It hissed at me. The person on the phone was telling me not do anything. I tried to knock it out with the red flashlight in my hand. The snake then reached down and bit me on my right big toe. It only hurt me by the bite, not the sting. I banged its head to death. My mother came over, moved a cello case away from blocking the door, closed it and helped me to the bed. The other, unknown woman in the room was refusing to call an ambulance.
* I don't live with my mother; I live in another country.
* She wanted to play violin as a girl.
* I was not afraid of the snake, rather I was uncomfortable with it's presence... and the chasing me bit.
* My mother & the woman seemed not to be in the room initially.
* I'm going through a job change, not stressed about it though.
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