I had a 10ft black snake in the barn, I named him Oscar, he was more afraid of me, than I was of him.
I have not seen him in a while, but I still look up in the rafters to see if he is around.
Nothing will scare the crap out of you than walking in the barn, and his tail hitting you on the back.
I think I actually pooped my pants that day, he hit me.
I did not look up, and he was just getting away from me.
