Ate a Caterpillar, slithered into the foilage, came up a brush, then from branch to branch I made a strike at a Bobwhite Quail, successfully stabbing my fangs into it - then letting go because it was fluttering. It spasmed, or flew, I didn't really observe directly, only saw because I could not unsee whence on the brush of a fern, so I slithered after it's direction. It didn't take long til I found the Bird, dead, and rumpled from the collapse. I imagine that my venom did exist. So, slithering around it to it's head I began to eat it, and thought "Since my venom works, I'll be hunting every kill to prove it to myself, not merely for this appetite."