Aw!
Lucky you!
I had one like that, that I named Slinky.
He would curl around my ankles when I was doing my nails, after a shower, in the upstairs bathroom.
The guy up on the ridge intentionally ran him over, one spring, while Slinky was warming himself up in my lane.
Another showed up later and used to sit in the maple tree by the bathroom window and watch me.
I called him “Tom”.
Huh.
I’m starting to think blacksnakes might be pervs.
:D
They are our friends!
(Repeat again and again)
City folk just don’t understand!