As a very young boy growing up in Miami during the '40s, '50s, and early '60s, I often visited the Sepentarium with my family and friends during family outings and school field trips. The large concrete Cobra along side Dixie Hwy was a familiar icon recognized by many.
Once I was even encouraged by Dr Haast to pose with a large Indigo snake around my neck. Unfortunately I was too young to fully appreciate the research Dr Haast was committed to although I was very impressed with how he'd milk the venomous Cobras. I also recall the time when he was bitten by a Black Mamba. I believe it was during that experience he spent several days in an iron lung battling for his life. A life he unselfishly devoted and often risked toward the research for the scientific betterment of mankind
The world is a much emptier place without Dr Haast.
In closing we must all remember that it's good to have an end to journey towards but its the "Journey" that truly matters in the end. Sincere condolences to his entire family.
RIP Dr Haast - You'll be missed by many...OFTEN!!!