Reminds me of the late, great Lewis Grizzard, who said there was only ONE kind of snake...the dreaded Copperheaded Water Rattler. :o) A snake so mean that if you checked into a hotel, it would check into the room next to you and bite you when you went out to the pool.
Heh! My granddad had that attitude too, God rest his soul.
Since snakes eat rodents on the farm, and I prefer them to cats, I just let 'em cruise on by unless they're too close.
But I have been known to blow some water moccasins away if they're in the pond behind my house.
I get nervous when they're as fat as my wrist.