Tis was the season, and I was checking up on my two snakes (adult ball and baby burm) before leaving over the holidays.
Ball was happily curled up in her wetbox. Took her out, checked on her (had some cloacal issues a few weeks back). Then looked for the Burm…
Not in the wetbox, not in one of his three hides he never uses. Not underneath his favorite plant or water bowl. I started taking out the decor piece by piece looking for the little bugger.
My ballpython is exceptionally good at escaping, so at this point I am getting ready to tear the entire office apart looking for a 75cm long baby snake.
More decor gets taken out.
I give up and get backup. “The Baby probably escaped, you need to help me take the office apart.”
My partner enters the room, looks into the enclosure. Looks again, and starts laughing.
Screw snakes measuring you up to eat you, giving you heartattacks is what hip modern snakes do.