Snakes generally don't scare me. Certainly, I give them all the respect in the world and no I don't want one in the boat with me. But, if I see one, I'm more apt to mess with him and try to pick him up if I know he's not poisonous. I was hunting one time and trying to walk very quietly down this path and caught movement just in front of me on the path. It was a rattlesnake crossing in front of me and my next step was on him. But, it was clear that he just wanted to get to wherever he was going and had no interest in me. So I just kneeled down and watched him, literally within arms length of me. He wasn't coiling, just moving along. No biggee.
Now conversely, two weeks ago we're down at the beach. Laying out by the pool, temps in the upper 80's. Sitting there talking and a red wasp buzzed the tower. I jerked like an epileptic in full seizure mode. The wife was laughing because I had goose bumps the size of apples all over me. I HATE those fuckers with a passion.