Okay, my story pales in comparison but, a week ago, I pulled off the side of the road in Arizona to "commune with nature" (if you know what I mean). I stepped off the blacktop onto some rocks, looked down, and had landed about a half inch from a coiled diamondback. He wasn't terribly big, and I expect I startled him as much as he startled me. Fortunately, he didn't strike me, but he hissed, showed his fangs, and shook that rattle.
It did not cross my mind to kick him, but it sure got my blood pumping.
...When nature calls you to stop in her world to urinate, calculate the distance between your snake and mother natures snake...
Did you commune with nature or your pant leg?