I remember when I was a wee lad, we had some very tall bamboo 'trees' growing in a clump on the path down to a little stream. They made a lovely sound in the wind as the wind whistled and swooshed through the leaves and the thick stalks would knock against each other like ancient gongs. Came a cross a huge Puff Adder on that path one afternoon. I did a reverse and skedaddle as fast as I could. When my dad went to have a look it had gone. That path was never quite the same to me afterwards.