When my shop was in the basement, having had a snake crawl across my feet was one reason I wanted out.
Spiders dropping down from the ceiling was another.
Too often, I would go to the basement, turn on the lights, and see some huge hairy thing scurry away.
And it wasn't one of Chris' elves trying to screw with me. My secret recipe for 'Chris Elf Be-Gone' has never failed.
(I'm currently working on removing 'Elf' from that title.)
I wish I hadn't remembered the snake. I have too many stories regarding snakes. Including saving a buddy's life after he got hit by a water moccasin (cottonmouth).