A snake is something I simply cannot handle. I’m fine as long as it stays out of my way when I’m walking. I don’t want to be cornered by one, nor do I want one near me when I’m in someone’s furnace room. That happened to me about a week ago. I had to go to a farm to inspect their heater. I’d been there before, and I’d always enjoyed talking to the husband. When I arrived at the door, he greeted me with a smile and a handshake. He said I knew where the furnace was and that I could meet him in the barn when I was finished. An hour later, I heard him enter the dining room and yell at me, despite the fact that I couldn’t move. A snake had wrapped itself around my legs while I was working on the heater, and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t say anything because it was staring at me. When the farmer came downstairs, he noticed me standing by the heater. As he approached, he motioned for me to remain kneeling and that he would take care of the snake. He was wearing heavy gloves as he walked slowly toward me. He took the snake outside after grabbing it by the head and slowly unwrapping it from my leg. He asked if the furnace was finished, and I nodded. I followed him up the stairs as he showed me to the powder room. He commented that I appeared to be in need of some cold water for my face. Fortunately, the snake was not poisonous, but it still scared the hell out of me.