Regardless of the mousing ability, finding it and the corresponding assault on my manly pride (I screamed like a little girl), in front of my spouse was not nearly worth the lack of rodents. She promptly asked if she needed to catch it for me, further damaging and deflating my male ego. I donned welding gloves, pinned the head with a rather shaky 3 foot stabilla level, and proceeded to run from the shop (over my wife) with rather bemused snake in hand. The snake had no desire to fight, bite or otherwise molest me, however I felt much like the late Steve Irwin handling a boomslang. I'm still catching snide comments about that one.