So... I get all the reasons why I should love and welcome snakes. Here's one reason I don't.
As a newly minted pharmacist in August of 1996, one of my first patients was a guy who had been bitten by a snake. Age and boat wakes are killing my memory, but it was venomous, either a copperhead or rattlesnake. Just can't recall which, we have both around Leavenworth.
He had gone out to his drive to work on his vehicle. Hot day in August. Rolled under only to find a snake had crawled under it, possibly to stay cool. Things turned snap snappy.
He wasn't in the pharmacy for the snakebite. He was there because of a reaction to the anti venom. Now, reaction is a super nicely put, dinner table description. In fact, his skin was bright red, swollen, and peeling off in sheets. It made the case or two I've seen of Stevens-Johnson Syndrome look like a mild sunburn.
So, having actually met and treated a snakebite victim, I'll pass on sending any goodwill their direction. Choot 'em.