The other day, my coworker asked me to order some non-radiolabled bungarotoxin (a neurotoxin derived from snake venom). Whatever, another task that basically involves me going through a huge list of supply sites off of google. Little did I know, I was about to get the SHOCK OF MY LIFE.
Yeah, you heard what I said.
Turns out, the source of our snake poison isn't some hoity-toity company like sigma or fisher. No, the source of our supply is a guy named George Van Horn. Dude straight up breeds these posionous snakes and then harvests the stuff himself. And he pretty much is the sole supplier of it. That is some crazy shit right there. I just imagine this crazy-filthy Robert-Duvall-in-Apocolypse Now-lookin dude in a trailer in St. Cloud Florida, cigarette butt in one hand, snake head in the other. Totally. Fearless.
Also, I hear he runs a kickass tourist attraction, so I guess thats pretty cool, too.
Anyways, thought you'd all like a little confirmation that science is really cool and dangerous. You know you want to jump on the back of science's huge Harley and ride into the sunset. The end.
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