windowswisher
expert noisemaker
I thought it would never happen to me . . . my cage is literally a lock-box. I have so many trinkets and knick-knacks that I knew if Basil were to escape, it would be next to impossible to find her.
About a week ago I was feeding her in an open Tupperware on a kitchen chair. I walked away for a moment, and then . . . well, I totally forgot. When I DID remember about feeding-sweetie, she was nowhere to be seen. We turned over everything in the kitchen, and I began to become convinced that she had slithered inside of the oven somehow and was deep inside of its bowels, lost forever. I cried really hard, called everyone in my phone hysterical, then drank myself into a stupor.
Didn't use my oven . . . it was a week of grim fast food workers and gas. Till yesterday. Came into my apartment and nonchalantly opened my dishwasher; she fell from the top lip into the bottom of the washer. I was pretty startled, she was, too! I cautiously reached in for her and she struck at me - something she's never done in the year and a half since she was born. After a few strikes she let me pick her up, and then she was back.
A little while later I cleaned the kitchen and found a snake shed on the countertop. She was probably hidden somewhere REALLY good, came out to shed, and then was trying to find an equally as good place. Good thing I decided to finally do dishes yesterday . . .
Anyways, never again! I will ALWAYS keep my eye on that little thing when she's out. Lesson definitely learned, and I am so relieved I found her in under a week.
About a week ago I was feeding her in an open Tupperware on a kitchen chair. I walked away for a moment, and then . . . well, I totally forgot. When I DID remember about feeding-sweetie, she was nowhere to be seen. We turned over everything in the kitchen, and I began to become convinced that she had slithered inside of the oven somehow and was deep inside of its bowels, lost forever. I cried really hard, called everyone in my phone hysterical, then drank myself into a stupor.
Didn't use my oven . . . it was a week of grim fast food workers and gas. Till yesterday. Came into my apartment and nonchalantly opened my dishwasher; she fell from the top lip into the bottom of the washer. I was pretty startled, she was, too! I cautiously reached in for her and she struck at me - something she's never done in the year and a half since she was born. After a few strikes she let me pick her up, and then she was back.
A little while later I cleaned the kitchen and found a snake shed on the countertop. She was probably hidden somewhere REALLY good, came out to shed, and then was trying to find an equally as good place. Good thing I decided to finally do dishes yesterday . . .
Anyways, never again! I will ALWAYS keep my eye on that little thing when she's out. Lesson definitely learned, and I am so relieved I found her in under a week.