But then there is the occasional Monday.
By "occasional" I should be clear: It's happened twice in the 17 years we've lived here, and this the first time a black rat snake made its way to my office.
Ultimately I was able to slide a piece of cardboard under the wastebasket and move the snake back to the yard, and we all lived happily ever after.
That said, I would use "happy" as an adjective to describe either of us during the capture.
At some point after the incident our black lab Jesse inspected the carpet. A lab test if you will. This test was far less useful than maybe a brave dog that would run off snakes, but I'll take what I can get.