That picture of the snake in a shower brings back a vivid memory. Although I live in East Texas and have run across all the poisonous snakes in the wild except the rattler, my scariest snake story happened indoors.
I was visiting at someone’s house and was in the bathroom searching for a towel after washing my hands. No towel on the bar, so I opened a few cabinet doors in search. My unbelieving brain could not process what my lying eyes beheld, a FREAKING HUGE SNAKE coiled on a pile of towels. I pulled a few muscles while violently recoiling backward after the meaning of that apparition sunk in. I stumbled out mumbling about a snake. My friend said, “Oh, yeah, he likes to crawl in somewhere dark to sleep.” He pulled the snake out, claiming the boa was 12 feet long; it was thick as my arm. He said, “Let’s uncoil it so you can see how long it is”. He took the head and I took the tail. Snakey wasn’t having it and got hissy/pissy. I said never mind the length, I’ll take your word for it.