The most hopeless escape case *ever*

[Salamander Rising]

You might want to try putting a heating pad like you would use for your back on the floor with some flour around it and putting a mouse on it. You would be amazed at how well a python can scent food. If he doesn't pick it up then swap it out daily so as not to get too bad. Make certain to put the setting low enough that if he does come out and lay on it, it wont burn him.

When I was just a lad I had a retic go missing for weeks. Mom was so happy when he turned up in her closet one morning. Yikes!

Best of luck finding Alice. BTW, a male named Alice, anything to do with "The Coop"?

Oddly enough, I just got done plugging in a heating pad on the floor after making yet another sweep of the area before reading your post.

A tank he used to live in, his matching hides and water bowl are in it with the currently thawing mouse.

We have mice galore running through the walls and I'm afraid he's going to be smelling them instead even though he doesn't eat live.
[even 'too wiggly' F/T freaks him out]

Yes, he's named after The Coop.

As a long time [35+ years] fan, this makes my loss doubly painful.

[rlditmars]

Hang in there and don't lose hope. They have a way of turning up when you least expect it. I really hope everything works out for you. I know how anxious it can be.

BTW, when I was twelve the first "album" I ever bought at a "record store" was Alice Cooper, Goes to Hell. So that should give you a good idea of my age. Huge Cooper fan here. I remember watching his Welcome to my Nightmare show on TV back in 75. Went and saw him at Cobo Hall in 76 or 77. It was his King of the Silver Screen tour.

Take care and keep us posted.

[Salamander Rising]

Hang in there and don't lose hope. They have a way of turning up when you least expect it. I really hope everything works out for you. I know how anxious it can be.

BTW, when I was twelve the first "album" I ever bought at a "record store" was Alice Cooper, Goes to Hell. So that should give you a good idea of my age. Huge Cooper fan here. I remember watching his Welcome to my Nightmare show on TV back in 75. Went and saw him at Cobo Hall in 76 or 77. It was his King of the Silver Screen tour.

Take care and keep us posted.

I managed to snag the VHS of WTMTN.
I was watching it on TV with you.
Goes to Hell was a really under-rated album.
Lace & Whiskey [the Silver Screen tour] was another hidden gem.

Brutal Planet and Dragontown are 2 others that didn't get enough credit, IMO.

[but then again, I *loved* Special Forces]

I am trying not to abandon hope but it's pretty hard.

There are so many places he could be in this house that it's surreal.

Thanks for the comfort.

[and check your PMs in a couple minutes]

[KrazyKevin]

Man I hope you find him and don't give up hope man he will come back

[Salamander Rising]

Man I hope you find him and don't give up hope man he will come back

I dearly hope so.
His empty house is killing me.

[jbean7916]

I found my male mojo one curled up between the mattress ans the bed frame. Maybe check there? My first escape artist LOVED my sock drawer and my pillow cases. Nothing like laying down to go to sleep and finding that!

Keep calm and be patient. Remember, when you look while stressed you will probably over look something.

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[Salamander Rising]

I found my male mojo one curled up between the mattress ans the bed frame. Maybe check there? My first escape artist LOVED my sock drawer and my pillow cases. Nothing like laying down to go to sleep and finding that!

Keep calm and be patient. Remember, when you look while stressed you will probably over look something.

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I checked there just now.

No joy.

I'm so stressed I feel like I'm blind.

We're just hoping he settles down and comes out from wherever he is and goes into his tank on the floor.

I don't think he even understands that he's in trouble.

[Kookie17]

Oddly enough, I just got done plugging in a heating pad on the floor after making yet another sweep of the area before reading your post.

A tank he used to live in, his matching hides and water bowl are in it with the currently thawing mouse.

We have mice galore running through the walls and I'm afraid he's going to be smelling them instead even though he doesn't eat live.
[even 'too wiggly' F/T freaks him out]

Yes, he's named after The Coop.

As a long time [35+ years] fan, this makes my loss doubly painful.

Ball pythons are stubborn feeders. If he's never fed on live, he probably won't now unless (and if) he gets extremely hungry. and with it only being day 3 (i think) I don't imagine he is feeling famished right about now. Put a water bowl down for him as well, outside of the tank, so he can drink if he gets thirsty (if you haven't done so). Don't give up hope. Never give up hope, until the day that house is bulldozed (which i'm assuming won't be in your lifetime). One thing is pretty likely- wherever he is, he is probably terrified. I hope you find him, and don't stress to much. This is a moot point, because you will stress no matter what, and that's normal. But try to keep yourself calm. Think positive thoughts and will him to show up.
Also, if you do not mind my asking, how did you get mercury poisoning? (I'm an LPN, still pretty freshly graduated though, so I am trying to keep myself learning)

[Sama]

As mentioned, don't give up hope yet. My girl was out for two weeks once, I tore the computer room apart pretty much once a day, often with help from my sister or husband, or both. Going from one side of the room following the wall till we where back at the door. She is nearly at the 2000 gram mark so not a little snake. I checked the computer room multiple times a day and after work my husband practically lives in the room and we never saw her. Then one day a little over two weeks later I popped my head in just to look before going to bed and there she was! Sitting right at the corner of my desk, to this day I still have no clue where she hung out for all that time? So you never know, check the room his cage is in often and you might just catch him sneaking around a corner one night when you least expect it.

[Salamander Rising]

Ball pythons are stubborn feeders. If he's never fed on live, he probably won't now unless (and if) he gets extremely hungry. and with it only being day 3 (i think) I don't imagine he is feeling famished right about now. Put a water bowl down for him as well, outside of the tank, so he can drink if he gets thirsty (if you haven't done so). Don't give up hope. Never give up hope, until the day that house is bulldozed (which i'm assuming won't be in your lifetime). One thing is pretty likely- wherever he is, he is probably terrified. I hope you find him, and don't stress to much. This is a moot point, because you will stress no matter what, and that's normal. But try to keep yourself calm. Think positive thoughts and will him to show up.
Also, if you do not mind my asking, how did you get mercury poisoning? (I'm an LPN, still pretty freshly graduated though, so I am trying to keep myself learning)

He's a very regular eater and just had a medium mouse Wednesday night.
[he got too fat on rats and is now on a mouse diet]

He never refuses and is always up sniffing and begging while the rodents are thawing.

I put water down for him immediately that night because he's also a frequent drinker.

I have been sending him mental messages constantly except for when I'm sleeping.
[which is rarely, now]

I just spent hours sitting out there with the red lights on, hoping he'd show himself in the 'dark'.

I put one of my freshly worn t-shirts in his tank, hoping he'll follow my smell.
[he only likes me and I assume he associates my smell as "me"]

The thought of him balled up and terrified is like a dagger twisted in my heart.

He's never known fear or want, only love and security.
[yes, he's my "baby snake", despite his size and age]

And no, I don't mind you asking.

I got mercury poisoning from eating too much tuna and/or cleaning up *4* of those wonderful new federally mandated eco-friendly CFL bulbs.

Two years ago, I had another rash of exploding CFLs and had it then, too.
This time it's much worse and I'm totally flattened by the symptoms.

Not that there's ever a good time to lose a snake but this has to be the worst time, for me, anyway.

I can only search for an hour or so before I go down like a whipped cart horse.

Total collapse.

It's pretty miserable, especially now.

The irony of it all is that, while I was in the bathroom this afternoon, the resident rat snake came out from behind the washer upstairs and and kept slithering around my feet until he/she finally just wound itself around my ankles and laid there.

I could've just picked it up, if I'd wanted to.
It was completely calm and comfortable with me.

I'm "communing" with wild snakes but can't even find my pet snake?

This is crazy.

The rat snake truly is a beautifully elegant, sinuous and lithesome creature and I enjoyed my time with it but I really want my fat old clumsy Alice back.

I would never have imagined any person could love a cold blooded critter this much but I do.



I've asked God for a lot of weird things in my life but I'd bet this one tops His "You want what?!?!" list.

*shrug*

He should be used to me by now.