Unless you hail from a culture which includes slithery reptiles on its menu.
It's his job to weigh risks and make sagacious decisions for others.
But the man is afraid of nothing.
This particular non-poisonous specimen was writhing across our road as Chris was driving back to the office after lunch yesterday.
And so of course, Chris stopped and picked him up.
I had to haul my whiny, feverish self off of the couch to capture it all.
Because the combination of my pajama-clad children plus Chris in his (almost) three-piece suit with a 4-foot black snake wrapped around his wrist just screams "food-blogging moment!", no?
And while my innards were quivering with disgust and recoiling with disdain for the serpent, I firmly resisted the urge to back my car out of the driveway and repeatedly drive over it's skull.
And though I screamed and sweated while taking these pictures, I have so much respect for my snake-charming husband.
For every situation in life, from the no-biggies like picking up harmless snakes to the loin-girding moments where doing the right thing means going against the flow of 21st-century "morality" and opening himself up to criticism and disdain, Chris has more guts than any man I know.
And that makes me crazy for him.