I once had a garter snake run up my leg. Turns out he was as scared of me as I was of him. I was living in Northern New Jersey at the time so perhaps the snake was trying to flee New Jersey for Florida (which makes total sense).
You do have to applaud the snake’s moxie, slithering around business class. He’s probably looking for a snack and a cocktail.
Just wait until he tries opening up that little bag of peanuts.
Hilarity ensues.....
"Pretzelsssss! Where are my pretzelsssss?"