Most parish priests will tell you that they have learned to do things they were never taught in the seminary. Accounting, plumbing, electrical work are just a few things that come to mind. Even more esoteric disciplines can be added, like snake-wrangling.
My parish is right next to the Wasatch Mountains and we get visited by lots of wildlife. I have had deer and elk in the backyard. (BTW, the bulldogs aren't fond of elk.) A couple of years ago, there were pheasants nesting here. We also have lizards and snakes. Usually, the snakes are of the harmless varieties; garter snakes, blow snakes, king snakes, and gopher snakes. However, sometimes a rattler will make an appearance and once we even had a coral snake.
Today, we had a visit from a little gopher snake. After the 9:30 am Mass, I was in the social hall mainlining my second cup of coffee when one of the kids came up to me and said, "Father, there is a snake in the restroom." (I had to strangle my inner smart-ass who wanted to ask if it was a brown snake and tell him to just flush it.) "A real snake?" I asked. He assured me it was; so I went to see. It was a two foot long gopher snake, who no doubt thought he had moved into the snake Ritz. Using a broom handle, I gently nudge the little guy out of the men's room, down the hall, and out the door, acquiring a crowd of onlookers as I went along. The last I saw him, he was happily ensconced in the garden waiting for a bug or mouse to eat.
Many are the talents required for the pastoral life.