What used to freak me out was when I'd go out to my composter and see 4-5 garden snakes sleeping on top of the pile when I'd take off the cover to the composer.
Probably because compost piles are WARM. In fact, go out in the middle of winter and stick you hand into the middle of one and it'll be like 70 degrees. Has to do with organic matter breaking down.
I don't mind snakes. I killed a Rattle snake in Florida with a shovel, before I knew it was a Rattler, because it lunged at a kid so the neighbor lady came and go me...why? I dunno. Chopped that sucker right in half. When I saw it was a rattle snake, I almost threw up. It coulda killed the kids.
Some dum guy reported me for killing an "endangered species." I guess they are endangered in Florida, he picked up the pieces and acted like I was a criminal (shoulda hit that snake with a shovel)...but that's another story.
I don't mind snakes so much now. I had to make myself not fear them. A gal pal's boyfriend (many years ago) had a boa constrictor. That thing was HUGE, and he let it run around his apartment free during the day...called it home security.
Anyway, I spent a lot of time there. At first I had to fight the "Flight" reflex. And it took a while, but finally I was able to get over it. Now I can deal with them rationally when I come across them. Which is why I'd love to have this one in my yard.
They can be so pretty, and he could live in the compost pile!