So after nearly three weeks of conflict with my former roommate and moving out, the last thing I had to move was my corn snake and ball python. I finally found a home for them, go to pick them up and what do I find? A note on top of the ball python's tank saying 'where's my -couldn't read the last word- from my roommate and no snake in the tank. I turned over the entire house looking for him, even looking into couches and underneath the kitchen sink and cupboards. Nothing. So I set up his tank on the floor without the screen top, with food under the heating lamp an water. I was hoping the psycho roommate would stay away from the house for one more night so I could attempt to lure him in.

No dice. The roommate came home, turned on the heater and all the lights, and then rummaged around to look for my snake while I wasn't there. She effectively ruined any chance of my getting Sir Giles back. I still half suspect she got someone to chuck him out the front door. I'm seriously pissed and mourning the snake, who I rescued a year ago from very neglectful owners. They had kept him for five years, feeding him one pinky mouse every other week. He was only 300 grams when I got him at five years old, and I was able to get him back up to par. He was around 500-600 grams when he was lost. I've done everything I can to recover him, but I still feel awful. The entire experience with the roommate was awful as well, and this is the worst ending I could think of for it.

On a slightly happier note, the corn snake has been moved and was fed the food I put out to try and get my ball python back. She ate the second prey item on the way over to the new house, I totally expected her to ignore it while in the car but nope. She ate like a champ again.