My uncle had a deathly fear of snakes, for years I never knew why. My aunt had always loved snakes. One day she told me that she always enjoyed collecting them, playing with them a while than releasing them since he didn't want them in the house.Her only way of holding them for a couple days was to put them in a gunny sack in the chicken house rafters. That day my uncle was cleaning out the bird nests with a pitchfork and ripped the bag, pulling the snakes all down around his head. OOPS!!!