Same here. Dad says a dead snake is a good snake. I figure they all have a purpose, and when they leave me alone, I return the favor. Once as a kid, we were leaving to go someplace, and when we walked out the back door, there was a large black snake climbing the inside corner of the house and disappearing into the attic through a hole in the eave. His head was already in the attic, and the tail was about a foot off the ground. Biggest snake I had seen to that point. Mom about flipped out. My bedroom was in the attic, and I told Mom, “Hey, you hate mice, and here is the answer to your prayers, and you ain’t happy with that either!” Earned me no points...
