We had snakes as pets when I was in high school. We had a big black rat snake, that my brother found in our backyard one sunday morning. We also had a king snake. I don't mind snakes, having grown up with them in our house. When I worked at girl scout camp, there were lots of copperheads there which are poisonous, and we were required to kill them whenever we saw one on the road or something, and then burn them in a burn barrel. One day at the pool, we spotted 3 baby copperheads swimming, and had to very quickly get the girls out of the water without causing a panic, and then we had to fish them out with a net and dispatch them. I always hated having to do that, it bothered me no end. One evening I was riding my bike back to my unit from the dining hall, and I ran over a copperhead - I didn't see it in time to stop. Poor guy. I felt bad.