Slytherin

"Well," I thought as I picked up the staple gun, "At least this will make an interesting blog post." Such was my thought at 3:30 this morning.

Perhaps twenty minutes earlier, I had been awakened by a noise in the room. I stumbled out of bed and wandered over to the door in the dark, to see what it was. It sounded like something rubbing against a cardboard box. And as I tried to focus in the dim light cast by the nightlight out in the hall, I saw something moving across the top of a small box next to the wall.

"Is that... Monty?"

Monty, of course, is our pet ball python. We've had him for three years now, and he did escape once before, turning up behind the dresser in Allison's room. So I picked him up and returned him to his cage, placing a few books on top of the lid. I wasn't exactly sure how he had gotten out, but there were some gaps between the wooden frame of the lid and the screening that it held. I tried to return to bed, but I realized after a few minutes that I'd rather fix the problem now.

So I took the lid downstairs, along with Monty so I knew where he was, and I stapled the mesh to the frame in a whole lot of places. By then, of course, Monty had gotten up into the recliner, which has a motor and all sorts of nooks and crannies inside where he can hide. It was impossible to get him out of there (and believe me, I tried), so I had to wait a while before he decided to keep exploring somewhere else, and finally got him and the reinforced lid back upstairs. I have no idea how long it took me to get back to sleep, but it felt like it was right before my alarm went off.

I guess what I'm saying is, "Free snake to a good home."

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