The way I see it, you can find this admirable, in the way that we admire the great humanitarians, because he's looking out for the creatures of the world.
On the other hand, they're snakes. Here's a bit of the colloquy between my son who is in China and myself this morning:
Let me add to this bit of trans-continental discourse that the historian's snake relocation methods include putting the snake into a paper bag. Does this involve picking up the snake with his hands? Yes, yes it does. It goes without saying that the hands are bare, as in, without protective snake-proof gloves with tongs attached.
"Wow, I guess everyone's freaked out by the snakes," he says, mildly, after singing son calls to ask about the snakes.
Sir, the reason we are freaked out is that they are snakes. Do I have to spell it for you? S-N-A-K-E-S. Which word, by the way, comes from the way way back Proto-Indo-European root for "super-f***ing-uncanny limbless elongate." I looked it up.