I once decided that "poisonous snakes" is an "old husbands' tale" (why is it the old wives get blamed for all the stories, huh?) to keep the wimmin and children out of the woods and back at the farm doing chores.
Ever since then I've seen only benevolent snakes. Guess I "thought" the dangerous ones away. Sort of like praying "peace, no pain, no fear" at roadkill. If I'm quick enough and diligent enough I can turn a dead dog, cat, rabbit, raccoon, squirrel, possum... into an old jacket, dead branch, or piece of litter by the time I get up to it.
I can do magic before morning caffeine! Or at least I think I can.