When my family moved back to the US after living for 3 years in the jungle near Blackawatra, Surinam, my aunt and uncle had a big dinner for us. My uncle killed about a 6 foot black racer that morning and layed it out across his front steps. My mother came walking up the walk with her arms full of food and stepped over it. She walked in the house and said: "There's a little snake on the steps, but it's ok, it's not poisonous".
My uncle was crushed.
After seeing an anaconda or 2 a month for 3 yrs, she just wasn't interested in 6' snakes.