I used to have a 15' Burmeses python, when I was in culinary school I never had time to get it out and exercise it. I'd just open his cage and feed it. So one day I had some time and opened his cage and slowly moved toward him, he fckn bit my hand, then didn't move for a minute, we kinda looked at eachother like what now, he still had a damn good grip on me, so I grabbed him behind his head and started to pull him toward a faucet to run water over his head so he can't breath. Well the other 10 feet of him wrapped itself around the edge of the cage like a fckn clamp! Then he started to pull me! I wasn't sure what to do for a minute, but I was getting further away from the water. So I bit him right behind the head! Then he let go and looked at me like WTF!!!!! I managed to get him into his cage and shut door and went to get a beer.
As far as saving my wife? FCK yeah! I'd go bite the fcking thing.