I've got lots and lots of snake stories. We live in a big old house on a big old place in south Louisiana. Best story: DH and I are sitting on the back porch late one summer afternoon enjoying a cold one. Hear a crashing noise from near the top of a 70ft oak tree in front of us. Thought It was a tree limb falling to the ground. It was a very, very large snake( could not identify it) with a full grown squirrel in its mouth. When they hit the groundcover beneath the tree I ran with shovel in hand to try to save the squirrel. I took a couple of swings but the snake got away. I did not find the squirrel( must admit, I was not too keen on digging in 2ft deep jasmine).
Every time I walk under that tree(3 or 4 times a day) I think what if I had been strolling by when they came tumbling down.
Sherry