My grandma was deathly scared of snakes. I remember one early (very early)morning waking up to screaming and looking outside my bedroom window at my grandparents house. Looking down at the clothesline where grandma was hanging clothes. She was hitting a snake that was laying under the lines (with a shovel)..by the time she was done..grandpa said.. we officially have rice size stew meat now. After she was done....she said she was to tired to hang the clothes..she brought them in and dried them. lol