Butcher's Voodoo: Fantasy

The viper coiled itself around the lamp base and hissed at him. He sighed. "And how, again, did the snake get in here?" he asked the nervous resident of the apartment. "Voodoo!" she hissed. "I accused my butcher of cheating me, and then I get home and the viper is here! I know that the butcher practices vodun, but I never thought that he would stoop to trying to kill his customers. Maybe he was just trying to scare me, to keep me from complaining, but now! I will tell all my friends. See if he can even stay open without us buying meat from him. He can sell all the black roosters he wants; the meat of his custom is us." She liked the phrase and repeated it. "The meat of his custom!"

Inspiration: "herpetology"
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: I like the idea of the character, if not this bit--kind of a low-rent mystical pest control guy. Not a badass, not somebody who does exorcisms and fights Ultimate Evil--just the guy who gets rid of the cockroaches.