Often my friends and I went barefoot most of the summer. When I saw a snake while I was bringing in the cattle, GOODBYE CATTLE! I ran for the house, half way whimpering or crying. I imagined the snakes could fly and could catch me. I never looked back!
When I was quite young we visited a boy in the Hays (KS) hospital who had been bitten by a rattlesnake. He was puffed up, swollen and black and blue in his swollen face. I shall never forget that. To this day, I DON'T LIKE SNAKES.
While I was in the Army during World War II, we had to sleep out on the ground during maneuvers bivouac. In Tennessee, they had Coral Snakes, small and colorful, orange and black. They told us they were poisonous. Grrrrr. I did not like that!
On the farm we had a lot of those little green Garter Snakes. I finally got used to them as our dogs would bite them in their middle and violently shake their head to tear them apart.
We also had Blue Racers a small greenish snake in the chicken house. Gathering eggs, we kids were told to watch for snakes in the nest. Yow!