I like snakes…unless they are venomous…or worse, if I don’t know if they are venomous. Then that freaks me out a little.
Now Spiders, on the other hand. There is no good spider. Or bugs, for that matter. I don’t trust things with an exoskeleton.
I have a true phobia of snakes. Hate even the thought of them. Can’t even stand them in the zoo behind glass. I don’t care if they’re harmless garter snakes-they’re cold and slithery and horrible.
(I know Freud would have a field day).
I like snakes. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t like them. I’ve held pet snakes, and I’ve caught (by hand) and released the occasional wild snake. The only venomous ones I ever encountered were rattlesnakes, two times, many years apart. Both were just lying there, and both times I gave them a wide berth while thinking, “Wow, how cool!”
I kinda like snakes. They’re sinuous! They have that nice supple leathery skin. The few I’ve seen in the wild have slithered away pretty quickly. They’re more afraid of me than I am of them.
Here here!!! When I was a kid, my cousin would chase me with issues of National Geographic. My mother warned me the other day not to read one section of the newspaper, because there was a picture of a snake. I’ll change the channel if there’s a snake.
I don’t want anyone to hurt them either. But if I see one, I run. Once when I was about twelve, my friend’s little brother came into their kitchen carrying a garter snake he found in their backyard. I screamed so loud our friends who were across the street heard me.
I can’t think of a better name for that mountain. 
I like snakes. I think they’re beautiful. I wouldn’t pick up a wild one, but I have no qualms about holding boa constrictors and other “tame” snakes.
When I was little, the neighborhood boys tried a game of “let’s scare the girl” by attempting to chase me with a snake. That didn’t go so well when I immediately stopped and said, “Oh, cool, a snake! Can I hold it?” They wouldn’t let me hold it. 
(The same game with a tarantula on the end of a long stick got them much more of the reaction they were seeking, btw. <shudder> I hate spiders!)
I have no fear of snakes. But then for most of my life I lived in a country that doesn’t have any snakes. Now I live in a country that has most of the most dangerous snakes in the world, but I’m more curious about them than afraid of them.
Not sure I’d ever want one as a pet, or even desire to hold one, but I am not afraid of them.
Spiders can all die in a fire, though.
I’m terrified of spiders to the point where I can’t even look at a picture of a spider, but snakes don’t induce the same terror. I’m cautious about them - stamp my feet when walking through long grass, just as I was taught as a child - but I can look at pictures of them without panic.
I like snakes, especially rattlesnakes.
I’m in the group that wants to KILL THEM WITH FIRE! Grew up in Florida, where there are a buttload of venomous snakes. You go in a lake or river, there they are. You go in the back yard, there they are. You want to enjoy your screened-in porch, and one of the little bastards is there, too!
I’ve dispatched my fair share, which skeeves me out, but not more than having a giant live snake around.
As a child I had a terrible nightmare about Sammy the Snake (who looked like the letter “S”) from Sesame Street. As a slightly older child, I nearly stepped on a “black racer” that was napping in the sun outside the door of my grandmother’s house in Florida. As an adult, I prepared to do battle with a snake that might or might not have been a water moccasin (it left before I could tell for sure).
Kill them with fire.
One of the great benefits of living where I do now is that there are far fewer snakes, and far fewer venomous snakes.
Snakes are snakes. Because they feed on toads and chipmunks, my gf chooses to relocate them away from our home. Most summer weekends she spots one or two and has me catch and bag them. She hikes into the woods and releases them.
I and my daughters are all snake chasers. if we spot one we need to catch it or at least get a better look. My Wife, not so much.
I like snakes too, only we call 'em “nakes” because that’s what my son called them when he was little.
There are no poisonous snakes where I live, so I did not grow up with the idea we needed to be afraid of them. My yard has a fair number of garter snakes, but they don’t cause any harm.
Ah, I liked Sammy! Cute cartoon-ish snakes don’t bother me. (In fact, I saw this huge, stuffed animal snake that was absolutely adorable).
About the same here. Used to be that in the spring, I’d regularly find snakes curled up under my basement bulkhead doors, absorbing the warmth and hopefully keeping down the cricket population. Haven’t seen them in a few years.
Granted, the time I was weeding the garden and came up holding a milk snake (I think) was a bit alarming for both me and the snake.
Nope. I used to keep snakes. If I see a garter snake (which I do only rarely), I’ll frequently pick it up*, then release it.
Other people, I know, don’t feel the same way. My mother and sister wouldn’t come in the room if I had the snake out of its terrarium. when I lost one in the yard, my sister didn’t want to go out for days, until we found it again.
About a dozen years ago I was walking through the giant, mostly-empty factory building that our company occupied a corner of. It was summer, and the outer doors were open, and I found a garter snake that had wandered in. Not good for the snake – nothing to eat in this brick and cement tomb. So I picked it up, intending to carry it through and drop it off outside on the other side.
When I got to the active office part, I showed people the snake, and got immediate revulsion reactions. Even the boss, a big, burly guy who coached high school football outside of work, shrank away and told me to get it out of there.
It seems to be a visceral reaction, but my viscera didn’t get the word.
*Always wash your hands afterwards, Snakes can carry salmonella and other things. Besides, garter snakes like to excrete as a defense mechanism.
I am massively ophidiophobic.
You can have my share, Crotalus, including the pilgrim below. That particular surprise encounter probably took a year or two off my life.
(Snake-o-phobes, avert your eyes!)