I'm guessing snakes don't 'get' that whole mirror thing...:)
It was chilly so I took him into Lowes with me, stuffed under my coat.
He poked his head out and a lady jumped and squeaked so he spent the rest of the time in Lowes hiding in my coat and then popping out at people.
He *almost* got named Weasel, instead.
He is, hands down, my coolest, most personable snake.