UPDATE:
Well, after spending a long, long time in the attic putting down hides, I am coming to the conclusion that he is probably dead or close to it. That attic has to be the worse place I have ever been. It literally is like being inside the wall or roof of the house and you have to get around it like very dangerous monkey bars.

Trying to find this guy is like trying to find a needle in a jumbo haystack, with nails sticking out, anti-snake spray on the haystack, a million post, splinters and absolutely darkness. My poor little baby boy.

There were way to many drops into walls and the pink puffy stuff was so deep that I don't think he could of moved through it without being suffocated. Even as now that I'm out of that attic, I still feel like I'm in it being surrounded with pinky puffy air.

I miss him so much, and I pray he didn't suffer and that I'll find him within two days, because then I have to go back in and remove the dead pinkies before they stink...

I can't find anything downstairs either, but I've done some math, and there are about 20,000 places he can be.

Thank you so much everyone for the support, and I now just am going to go through the healing process and hope I'll find him....