Today I was moving a lumber stack. Moving from an informal stack of old barn wood. Very untidy. Not at all like my stacks of furniture grade lumber.
I was working steadily and pulled up a board to find, laying in the gap between two boards below the one I had in my hands, a fair sized copper head. I tossed the board I held aside and looked around for weaponry. Fortunately it was quite early in the morning; cool, and the snake had not yet had its coffee. I dispatched it easily and with little fuss. Had it been later in the morning, things might not have gone so well.
After what seemed like eight hours of pulling sodden boards out of the pile, sweeping off the fungus and mildew and beetle larvae, then carrying the boards to the other end of the lumber yard, around a tree and up a hill to the new stack (although in reality it was probably only an hour and a half) I encountered another snake.
A King Snake this time. Just a small one. It had crawled in to feed on an enormous ant colony that had set up housekeeping between the layers of this lumber stack.