Half a century back, half a world away, a recon team was rotating guard duty during night bivouac. Guy #1 wakes up guy #2 and crawls under the skeeter net. Something swatted the net rather sharply, and assuming it was his “buddy” he swatted back. That was met with another sharp slap on the net so he rolled over and lit up his night lensed flashlight. He was starring face to face with a cobra later estimated to be about 12’ length, coiled with hood flared and tongue flicking. A full magazine from his AR-15 dispatched the monster and prompted relocation to another bivouac site.
I dunno he had a change of pants handy or not.
