This conversation about snakes reminded me of another joyful experience
I had while living in Florida during the winter months.

My neighbor across the street decided to clean up a big pile of
construction debris left from the construction of a large horse
shelter that had been built on his property by the previous owner. The
debris had been sitting there for several years.

So, when he decided to clean up the mess, I went over to give him a
hand. He had a Kubota tractor and attacked the pile with the
front end loader. Within a minute at least a gazillion little pigmy
rattle snakes started zipping out of the pile, heading in every
direction. My neighbor knew what they were and yelled out to me to
watch out ... they were rattle snakes.

I could have won an Olympic gold metal in the 100 yard dash.