I don't "do" snakes very well. I'm not terrified of them or anything. If I know they are there I'm cool with it.
I was in a wrecking yard once years ago laying on my back under a car pulling a part off when a snake crawled right over my chest. I freaked out ... banged my head about a dozen times trying to get out from under that car as fast as I could. Had a trickle of blood running down my face by the time I got out.
I was so pissed off? I grabbed a bumper laying on the ground and bashed it into pieces.
Turns out it was a garter snake!