I heard an interesting story the other day. Martha's mother grew up in the Mennonite community of northern Mexico. When she was a girl, a relative grew sick with cancer. Because of how poor the community was, they couldn't afford conventional medical treatment. Instead the woman's family hunted rattlesnakes, which they cut up, cooked, and processed into pills. Their demand for the snakes was so great that neighbors hunted them, too. The patient ate them all, for over a year, until she eventually recovered. She's still alive today.