Every time my dad went mountain climbing with his friends when I was little, he would bring me back a snake. I took them to school for show and tell. Little green ones that would wind in and out of my fingers, big black king snakes, and more common varieties. Sometimes I startle when I see them in the yard, but give them plenty of room to do their stuff. My problem is the basement. We have a dirt floor with rock wall foundation and sometimes we get them down there... once one even found its way into a basket of warm towels just out of the dryer and my daughter found it when she was folding them. Needless to say, she refuses to help with laundry anymore.