 I sit there and wait a little bit, and the snake finally gets comfortable enough. It tries to make a break for it, and while I shoot it, Hershey grabs it, shakes it. About three or four days later, I hear him again. I was like, dang, there ain't no way. Because, I mean, I've been living at this house for 30 years. I've never run across a poisonous snake.