I am glad that, while some folks here are not big snake fans, no one said, "Kill it, kill it now!"
I have always had a soft spot for snakes. None have bothered my girls, but a few years ago -- when the bull snakes were everywhere and growing quite large -- I had a robin's nest in a shrub near the house. The mama was going crazy, and I looked over in time to see little bird feet sticking out of a snake's mouth. I got nicknamed "The Snake Whisperer" for grabbing said 4-footer and lecturing him (believe me, I wasn't whispering) all the way to his new home, past the barn. When I returned, a giant companion was also entwined in the shrub. I unlaced this one and sent it to live with the murderer on the other side of the barn.
My job as a kid was to make sure my mother, who was deathly afraid of snakes, didn't hack them all to pieces. I carried many a snake to safety.