We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A friend told me yesterday the amusing story of the Ring-Neck Snakes which have been invading their house in upstate New York. His Mrs. is so uneasy about snakes that she has been stuffing towels under her bedroom door.
They can't find their entry point. My friend smashed one with a book. The guy knows nothing about snakes. I advised him that Ring-Necks are pleasant harmless critters and you should just pick them up and put them in the woods out back. They won't even snap at you.
Snakes rarely enter buildings except for Yellow Rat Snakes which like barns with rats and mice. However, I googled Ring-Necked Snake + houses and found a professional snake remover who seems to deal with that fairly often.
I suspect they just like to explore tight spaces, and then find themselves in your living room with no way out.
I live on a creek in Georgia. Little Noonday creek. There's lots of Banded Water Snakes there. They have never come into my house but will come into your garage if you leave the door open.
There is gold in that creek and I have panned it for 20 years. Dig down the bedrock then fill a bucket and pan it. But you have to be careful - there's cottonmouth and water moccasins. They tend to stick close to the creek so I've never seen one close to the house.
When I was a child in Franklin, Mass. we had an Eastern Ring-Necked snake that came into our basement every year and had babies. They were 3" long, about 1/8" in diameter and cute. We'd try feeding them oatmeal or such out of bottle caps. Eventually they'd just leave.
Mom was raised on a farm during the Depression. A snake in the basement having babies didn't faze her a hair. Neither did her kids playing with them.
Fond memories of my first marital abode. Little shack in the woods, middle of 17 acres. House just sat on the ground, and in summer a parade of garter snakes would slither through the bedroom wall and out the other side. Freaked the wife out, but the cat had hours of entertainment.
Au contraire, I find that black snakes are just fine invading my 1812 log cabin. The interior has wallboard over the logs, and in the gaps snakes apparently find shelter. There are shed skins in the crawlspace attic.
One of the maintenance duties for a log cabin is to plug knotholes that arise when a knot falls out. My father-in-law was once faced with a dilemma as he approached such a hole with a bucket of cement too late to prevent a black snake from slithering inside: plug the hole, or leave the exit open? (He plugged the hole).
Mostly they don't appear inside the living space, but I've found a youngish black snake coiled up on a floor, and every now and then, a garter snake dangles briefly from a ceiling beam.
My parents built their home in 1964 in what had previously been a field since Noah got off the Ark. I remember for a several years, we had speckled king snakes show up on the carport repeatedly, in Mom's clothespin hanging hamper on the clothesline, and on an enclosed porch. Mom was hysterically fearful of them, but Dad would just pick them up and throw them out of the yard.
I suspect they were accustomed to traveling through the field and just found this damned house in their way. Probably around 68 or 69 was the last time one was found in the house.