CHAPTER 11
"If I end up in therapy over this I'm sending you the bill," I warned. I was only half-joking but Kip thought it was hysterical. "Try not to choke on your sandwich as you mock me," I said, flicking him in the ear. "Who hunts pythons, anyway? Do they get paid? Or is this their idea of fun?" Driving south towards the Everglades gave me an hour to barrage Kip with questions. He knew what he had signed up for.
Kip laughed. "Which question should I answer first? The Florida Water Management District established the python elimination program after trying some other crazy things first--"
"--Like what?"
"Like bringing in tribesmen with machetes from India, holding python-hunting contests, and tracking them with dogs. Nothing worked so they decided to throw money at the problem. Now
