I was grilling in the backyard one night, and I heard a commotion in the street out front. I went through the house and started heading out to the street, only to meet my 5 year old son heading back toward the house. The commotion had excited him so much that he had run out of the house in his underwear and was coming back to put on pants. Turns out, a neighbor had a dead 6 foot long snake in the street. He had just killed it and was explaining to all the neighborhood kids how it was poisonous, and you could tell by looking at its head. I walked up, took one look, and said "bullsnake." Not only did the gentleman not appreciate it when I properly identified his fresh kill; he apparently also thought I was cursing him. He sheepishly ended his snake lecture, and went to dispose of the beautiful creature, who should still be eating baby rats in my backyard.