I know just how you feel.
Alice had 3 'trunk locks' on his lexan door and for quite a while, he's been using his face as a crescent wrench to turn the interior latches.
We took all but one key out of the locks because with the key in, he could turn them.
We left the key on the side where the door sticks so hard you have to bump it into the frame but he managed it.
He really wanted out, I reckon.
This whole house is a 'catch all' and I have no way to look for him without potentially squashing him in the process.
This week, if the ground's dry, we're backing a trailer up to the upstairs window and going to just start going through/throwing out everything.
There's no AC up there as the bedrooms just serve as 'junk rooms' now and it's going to be miserable.
I'm still sneaking out the dark kitchen every few with a very bright handheld search light...just in case.
It's feeding night and I'm thawing everybody's food in his aquarium on the floor to send waves of stinky yummy rat smell throughout the rooms.
As if there were some kind of warped universal balance, the Fire male who's been off his feed for almost four months just took his second mouse with a will.
[we had to force feed him 3 times just to keep him alive]
I don't know what finally changed his demented little mind but thank God something did.
Unless Alice shows up, I guess my new project is Fires/Fireflies and Yellow Belly/Pastel/Pastel Yellow Belly/Spider/Spider Yellow Belly/Bumble Bee/Bumble Belly.
I was really looking forward to super pastels.
I thought worrying over the life of a snake with RI was bad...this is much worse.
Whether she lived or died, at least I knew where she was.
I dearly hope and pray your Monty comes home.
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