Snakebite

I was in a workshop or building of some kind, with Steve. Outside the window of the building was a beautiful, green forest. I was making a comment to Steve about the beauty of the forest when I saw a snake that I knew was venomous. It was one of those short, fat snakes that I've seen at the zoo. No sooner did I point it out than it came through the window and started climbing up my leg. I held very still, because I knew if I panicked it would bite me, and I called to Steve to help me. He was frantically trying to find some leather gloves or a long pole or something to get the snake off me. The snake moved up my body and started up my arm. I was beginning to panic by this point and moved my arm toward the window sill, hoping that the snake would go out the window. This movement was enough to cause the snake to start to bite me on the hand (in the fleshy part between the thumb and forefinger). I grabbed it behind the head just as it's fangs grazed my skin. I crushed it's head and caused it to regurgitate things it had eaten, and squeezed eggs out of it. I knew I had to get treatment for the toxin, but I was morbidly fascinated by the things I had squeezed out of it.