My albino escaped on the Jeep ride home from picking him up at BT’s place. It was late, and I was driving on the interstate when I noticed that the snake bag was empty. I didn’t tie a very good knot, and he slithered his way out. I freaked, to say the least, pulled over, but could not find him. I then decided to go ahead and drive home, and look for him there. Every now and then I would flip on the lights, and look around. The last time I flipped the lights on, his head was sticking out of a hole in my roll bar. I was so happy to find him. I learned my lesson, and now always secure snake bags better.