So I'm cleaning the kitchen, and Kent comes to the back door with a very nervous expression on his face- and holding the snake's tale as far away from his body as he can. So I hurry and grab the camera (and a box as an afterthought) and take a few pics. While I'm taking some pictures, I guess I startled the snake, because he moved a bit, and Kent screamed and dropped him. So after another 10 minutes of trying to catch him again, I bravely snatched him up and plopped him in the box. And Kent takes him a block away to drop him off in the woods.
I tried to get Kent to pose while dangling the snake over his mouth. This was the closest he'd do.
Nope, it doesn't end there. The next day I walked out our front door, and there was the snake- just curled up right on our porch as if he was just stopping by for a visit. I called Kent (as brave as I am, that's a man's thing- akin to mowing the lawn). Kent took one look at him and let out a sincerely devastated, "No way!" But before we could catch him, he slithered away into our bush and we couldn't coax him out. Kent insists it wasn't the same snake, but I think he's grown quite fond of us.
Now he's a little jumpy. He was startled by a frog as he was about to mow the lawn this morning. We'll see how long it takes for Rufus to show himself again (I've decided to name him Rufus- it's the name I give all random animals that find themselves in our yard).