So good to hear! And trust me, you're not the only one in the lost snake club. When Monty got out I nearly had a panic attack. He was my dopiest snake (would just cruise off into the great yonder, whether it be around a person or off ledges) so I kept having daymares about him hiding in the recliner and getting crushed by a roomate. Turns out they'd gotten him out without telling me and left the tub not quite latched. My fault for not having a more secure enclosure (people would be more likely to close an exo-terra, or a rack with padlocks or something) but he turned up a couple days later hiding behind the couch. Total relief, but still an experience I don't plan to repeat (padlocks it is! )