When I saw the source of the commotion was not in what I considered to be a proper place, I knew right away the flimsy shoes and shorts I was wearing wouldn't do if the creature was to be dispatched. After coming into the house, changing into jeans and high topped shoes, the slithering thing was sent to wherever slithering things go when they die.
Once again in the house with the heart rate having finally returned to normal, I looked at my shoes. You can tell I was rattled by having to deal with the snake. Here are the shoes I wore back outside:
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