Venomous cobra caught in school canteen
Selangor Fire and Rescue Department assistant director of operations Ahmad Mukhlis Mokhtar told NST today that the snake was found coiled next to a rubbish bin.
"They snared the snake and removed it from the school compound within 25 minutes," he said, adding that the snake had since been released into its natural habitat. The incident happened yesterday.
Five personnel from the Batu Arang Fire Station were deployed following an emergency call.
Malaysia is home to several species of cobras, most notably the Equatorial Spitting Cobra and the King Cobra, both of which are venomous and potentially dangerous to humans.
These snakes are typically found in forests, plantations and rural areas.
Cobra venom is neurotoxic, affecting the nervous system and potentially causing paralysis or respiratory failure.
While snakebites and encounters are relatively common in Malaysia, fatal incidents are rare.
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