I don't mess with them unless they're poisonous and close to the house. Or rat snakes and close to the chickens.
I may have told this story.
A few years ago I was working in the back yard and found a green snake. My best guess, based on the pavers I laid at the gate, he was at least 40+" long. I trapped him with the dog poop scooper and took him out to the front: put him in the ditch and just left.
The guy that lived across the street from me at the time was the programming producer for the local Fox station: never at home. So, the next morning his wife comes flying across the street telling me about the snake that she and her daughter saw yesterday and how much it scared them.
I don't know why this shit happens with me.
This morning, I'm in line at the 7-11 and the lady next to me takes a HUGE swing at something with her potato chips bag. (Yeah, looked like that was breakfast.) I looked at her like, "what was that?" She laughed and said "I killed a mosquito."
"I told her, maybe grab another bag since that one has mosquito guts on it."
She laughed again, and said, "they are mosquito flavored."
It was mesquite.