We live in an area where we are frequented by these little critters (both boys and snakes) and my oldest son loves to go on “snake hunts”. He’ll catch one, the kids will decide on a name, hold it for a while, then let them go. It’s just something that happens here every summer. Thanks to my second grade teacher, who had a boa constrictor in our classroom, I’ve never been squeemish about these things. I’ll even catch the snakes if the boys aren’t close by, so they can name them, hold them and let them go.