Well, I found my snake, he was compfortable, under neath the cellar stairs. I put his food and water in his enclosure. I figured that one day I would find him in there just chillin'.
Occasionally he would come out, then run back when he noticed that someone was there, stick his head out, flicker that tongue.
I let him enjoy that freedom, I had no fear of it being injured or injurying a family member who knew he was there, they would come tell me that they saw him! He did eat the mice that I left for him and drank the fresh water. He became very docile, eventually I knew that he would just slither up one day, then I would just pick him up and return him to his den. Well, a few days ago, I received a call at work. They stated that thay had to kill a snake that was coming up the cellar stairs. I screamed and literally became sick. "SHE KILLED MY RATSNAKE"!
What disturbed me the most was how it was killed. She beat it down into submission and then chopped the head off! She acually sounded proud of what she did! I was totally pissed and stated that no one better be in my house when I get there! Of course no one was there when I arrived home. I investigated the crime scene. She used my Butcher's knife to kill the snake. Oh, one more thing, she said; "Satan was coming to get her from the cellar"! How sick, something is definitely wrong with this person (a friend of my son). Why didn't she tell my son that a snake was in the kitchen? Please exscuse me for going on and on but I need to talk to someone about this, I need to vent! MY SNAKE IS GONE!!! It's going to be a while before I get over this, maybe never! I'm angry with the entire household, sorry I just need to vent!



