Despite the night, his eyes were keen. Despite the trill of crickets outside, his ears were filled with the sizzling of pots and the hissing of tunnelsnakes - right up until they weren't. He drew back the wooden hammer with a firm nod.
"Can't go about removin' venom sacs if they're still wrigglin'."
When Senshi went to grip one by the neck, its lifeless corpse snapped at him with extended fangs.
"Damn nerves firin' off still ... "
Well, the knife goes chop chop chop. After wiping the gore from his hands and the counter space (a pristine work place was a good work place), the short man went about dissecting and vacating the toxins. Tunnelsnakes weren't the only thing Semaca had in spades. There were herbs, flowers with pungent smells and funky tasting fruits. And a tree who's roots smelled remarkably like licorice. All of this things and more were scattered about him in plates and bowls.
Parsley and Turmeric perched themselves in the open window. The little green was holding some kind of a reptile in its mouth - her catch from a night hunt. Turmeric was side-eyeing her hungrily, greedily desiring to snap some up but withholding because she was a lady and they shared the same sleeping quarters. Getting her mad meant going to the doghouse.