Last night we were hanging out with some people at a family's home outside of the city - eating spaghetti, watching a British TV series, the normal Western stuff. The family has a dog that is a watchdog/family dog that is hooked up to a line in their front yard. The dog started barking frantically, and one of the teenagers went outside to see what was wrong. Then we heard, "Mom....it's a snake!"
Everyone immediately jumped up and ran outside, grabbing whatever long pole or stick they could find. Except for me. When you yell "Snake!", I run away from it, not towards it. It seems the most logical action to me. So I stayed inside and looked outside the window, screaming at the guys, "Kill it!!! Kill it!!!"
The snake was sitting right next to our motorcycle.
But not for long. The guys gave it a few good whacks!, and the snake was no more.