Boy, I squealed and took off like a greased pig in a hog scramble. That was so not the way I expected to start my morning. I went inside, called my mom whose only advice was to get the gun... so I did. Still shaking and almost to the point of tears, I grabbed my rifle, and after many moments of peeking in and out at the snake, I finally gathered up my nerve and rid myself of the unwanted critter. My ears rang as I hurried out of that hen house. It took me a few moments to regain my hearing and my courage to go back and see if the job was done. When I finally did, the snake moved--guess what? Yeah, he ate another bullet. :)
To be sure, this event will probably end up as a scene in a book one day.