Oh I blathered off on spiders and forgot my snake story (it is long but quite funny):
My wife has a friend originally from the Boston area. She is deathly afraid of anything "country". So a snake is orders of magnitude higher than anything she had encountered yet. Anyway, my wife and I were going over to watch a movie with them one friday night. It is approaching late autumn but not cold enough that snakes had completely gone away, and as we were leaving, we encountered about a 1 1/2 foot long black snake crossing the road. My fun meter pegged and I got out and grabbed the snake and held it until we got to their house. She opened the door to me standing there with the snake held at face level. She screams, I have my fun, and I think it is all over with. Wrong.
She refuses to let me even turn it loose on their property. So I put it in the back of my truck (knowing that it would climb out and go on its way. This appeases her and we go watch the movie, say our goodbyes and we go back home and go to bed. The next morning I get up and go out to the garage to change oil in the truck. While the oil is draining, I turn my attention to cleaning a kerosene heater to get it ready for winter should the power go out. While I was pre-occupied with the heater, the oil starts missing the pan, and a huge puddle forms under the truck. I walk over to my bag of oil-sorb granules, reach in for the cup that I keep in there to scoop it out with and feel something. I take my hand out of the bag and there is the blasted black snake dangling from my thumb by his mouth. I scream bloody murder, neighbors run over to see my white as a sheet.
My wife tells me that for once in my life, I got what I deserve. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif