For obvious reasons, I&rsquom humming &ldquoNever smile at a crocodile&rdquo as I walk into Crocodile Bank. But I see no welcome grin to take me in Sunday afternoons seem as sacred to crocodiles as to humans. Siesta time. And that disappoints the other visitors, especially the scores of kids who are waiting breathlessly to see Croc Bank&rsquos largest inhabitant, Jaws-3, a 16-footer who&rsquos chosen this time to relax underwater. Other parents are trying to dissuade adventurous offspring from buying &lsquofeeding tickets&rsquo, which allow them to feed the crocs. And there&rsquos a fair crowd at the snake venom extraction centre, where an Irula, a traditional snake-catcher, milks kraits, Russell&rsquos vipers and cobras for their venom.


