I just need to change her name to Houdini and call it a night...

Tonight was the THIRD time that Adalae has gotten herself into incredibly small spaces from which I have no way of removing her. The first time was when she was still noodle-sized. She got herself stuck inside a wooden chair. The second time she got herself inside the couch, and tonight she found the smallest crack under one of our kitchen cabinets and wiggled herself in there while I was rinsing her dishes.

I had set her on the floor, thinking I'd only have my back turned for a second and that she had nowhere to go. Famous last words, right? So by the time I turned around, all that was left of her was the last foot or so. I flew onto the floor and grabbed her tail, but doing so just made her wiggle harder. I was pulling on her so hard I thought she would snap but she STILL refused to back out of the hole. So, I just did what has always worked in the past: let go, and trusted her to come out at some point. The hole she went into was about a foot deep, and two inches wide. If I climb on top of the fridge I can look down into the hole that she was in, but I have absolutely no way of accessing it.

After turning all the lights off and steaming a frozen rat on the stove, roughly 15 minutes later Adalae came out on her own.

I was so worried about her while she was in there. I was afraid she wouldn't have room to turn around. Once I'd gotten a hold of her I have to admit ... I actually yelled at her and then kissed her and told her never to do it again. Yes, ... I know ... I was talking to the snake.

But she was my first. I'm allowed to get a little emotional over my very first BP, right? ... right???

I took photos but photobucket is down for maintenance right now. I'll post them tomorrow morning.