I agree. I love snakes. I am so happy that my father taught me to really appreciate them. When I was very little we would go "snake hunting" which meant taking a pillow case to a nearby field with a stream. Dad had an uncanny ability to know which rock a snake would be under. He would say "Michelle, I'm gonna lift this rock up, and a snake is going to shoot out that side, and I want you to catch it". It amazed me how often he was right. I rarely could catch them, lol! He would drop the rock and catch them himself, into the pillowcase they would go. At the end of the day we would take our catch home and put them in an aquarium, play with them for a couple of days and then back to the stream and let them go. My mother HATED it! I miss those days.
