The funny (*said sarcastically*) thing about it is that my husband now has NO fear of snakes. The man is a total weirdo and owned a python for a short while in college (before I met him, thank goodness). I'm the one with the massive phobia and so I rely on him completely for getting rid of them. We usually do a daily drive around the pond on our 4 wheeler to make sure we don't see anything.
By far, the worst moment for me was when we first got our chickens. A friend gave us a mature flock of laying hens and a rooster, and when we first got them we housed them in an over-sized wooden dog house that my husband had built. It was a little off the ground, but not much. It was summer and we had cut a large "window" in the side for ventilation and egg collection purposes. But the crazy chickens always seemed to lay in the other corner, so I would have to stick my head inside the window and reach over for the eggs. Well, one day I stuck my head on in there and, wouldn't you know it, there was a 6 ft long chicken snake coiled up in the corner closest to the window. Even had a Delaware hen standing on top of it unglazed (she was a weird duck). Nearly had a heart attack and I'm pretty sure I've never moved so fast in my life. Needless to say, we re-did the coop not long after that.