The only rattlesnake I've ever seen here was almost in the same place, right in the corner of the porch. Steve, our then-dog Dogie, and I were coming home, Dogie and I in the lead. I'd never heard a rattlesnake playing the maracas before, but that sound was unmistakeable. Snake was coiled in the corner and giving fair warning. I got the dog in the house, yelled a warning to Steve, and went in to get a gun. Steve had other ideas. He grabbed a rake, pinned Snake down and told me to take the hoe and chop off Snake's head. I would rather have dispatched Snake from a distance, but followed orders. Eeeuw. That snake was less than two feet long in reality, but seemed a lot bigger at the time.
I had to take the trash down to the big road this morning. Common sense told me that no self-respecting snake would be on that cold cement at dawn, but I definitely looked before taking that first step out the door. And I'll be doing that for some time.