I damn near tore up my daddy’s lawnmower when I came across a snake once in the yard. Went right over that mafucca.
I remember as a youngin in Mississippi, we used to play in ditches and near the swamps. Once I remember having to jump some water to get across the stream. I wasn’t paying attention, but I jumped, and soon as I got to the other side I noticed a snake coiled up right next to my foot. I jumped so fast back to the other side. Till this day, I’m surprised we didn’t come across more snakes. I don’t play with them things at all. My pop used to say never trust a snake, even as a pet. It’ll turn on ya. Ain’t no way I’d have that thing in my house