if ya kill 'em, it don't matter if they are bitey or squeezey snakes.
Hope you don't mind the hijack, but I have to tell this story: I spent part of my first 8 years of life on a farm in tropical North Queensland. We used to have all sorts of wonderful wildlife around us: goannas, lizards, birds, possums, wallabys and, of course, snakes. Occasionally a snake would get into the hen house but most encounters were purely in passing.
One evening, some relatives were visiting. It had been a particularly hot day and we were all relaxing on the veranda. My Aunt went to the toilet and was gone for a very short time before we heard a blood-curdling scream. We rushed into the house to find my Aunt, still with her knickers around her ankles, running up the hallway screaming "snake!" A red-bellied black snake had crawled in the toilet window to have a drink from the cistern tank and decided to have a bit of look round. Thankfully, it took off out the window, probably wondering what the hell the noise was. Suffice to say, this story has become a bit of a family legend.