I'm watching the draft and decided to clean out my snakes enclosure. I was drinking, while the guy who was installing my dishwasher was doing just that.
I didn't realize I dozed off, but I did. Fast forward almost to the end of the third round, I took him home. When I was in the car, he went back in the house to grab his tools.
He's an ex alcoholic and he's been clean for 6 years. That's relevant, and I'll tell you why
I got back home an hour and a half later and there was a broken Ciroc bottle on the floor, along with several other bottles and a bottle of 1800 Coconut Tequila in front of my bar, and my bar looked like somebody just came through there messing up stuff.
Logically, I thought of the only motherfucker who was in my house. I didn't say nothing to him, mainly because I had just dropped him off about 1am and he was probably asleep. But he seemed really serious about his recovery, but logically there was no one else in my house.
So I cleaned up the Ciroc bottle and the other bottles that had fallen on the floor and happened to look at my snakes enclosure which was open
FUCK!
MY SNAKE IS LOOSE.
He's only gotten out one other time 8 years ago and I found him two weeks later in the area underneath his enclosure. I've been really good at ensuring the weights on top of his enclosure we're back in place, but now...
It's been about 4 hours and I have looked underneath the couch, underneath the bar underneath the refrigerator, inside the elliptical and I've got no idea where my snake is.
There are a lot of places for a 6 and 1/2 ft ball python hide in a 2500 sq ft house. I'm glad I didn't accuse the guy who was installing my dishwasher, because he has to install the garbage disposal tomorrow. He would have been really offended.
Do you guys have any suggestions other than laughing at me. Snakes make no motherfucking noise, so how the fuck am I going to catch this fucker?
I didn't realize I dozed off, but I did. Fast forward almost to the end of the third round, I took him home. When I was in the car, he went back in the house to grab his tools.
He's an ex alcoholic and he's been clean for 6 years. That's relevant, and I'll tell you why
I got back home an hour and a half later and there was a broken Ciroc bottle on the floor, along with several other bottles and a bottle of 1800 Coconut Tequila in front of my bar, and my bar looked like somebody just came through there messing up stuff.
Logically, I thought of the only motherfucker who was in my house. I didn't say nothing to him, mainly because I had just dropped him off about 1am and he was probably asleep. But he seemed really serious about his recovery, but logically there was no one else in my house.
So I cleaned up the Ciroc bottle and the other bottles that had fallen on the floor and happened to look at my snakes enclosure which was open
FUCK!
MY SNAKE IS LOOSE.
He's only gotten out one other time 8 years ago and I found him two weeks later in the area underneath his enclosure. I've been really good at ensuring the weights on top of his enclosure we're back in place, but now...
It's been about 4 hours and I have looked underneath the couch, underneath the bar underneath the refrigerator, inside the elliptical and I've got no idea where my snake is.
There are a lot of places for a 6 and 1/2 ft ball python hide in a 2500 sq ft house. I'm glad I didn't accuse the guy who was installing my dishwasher, because he has to install the garbage disposal tomorrow. He would have been really offended.
Do you guys have any suggestions other than laughing at me. Snakes make no motherfucking noise, so how the fuck am I going to catch this fucker?
