LOL. The rest of the story, as Paul Harvey said.
I stuffed towels under the bedroom door and slept with one eye open and an axe in the bed beside me, along with my trusty watch cat, Fraidy.
Next morning, I examined the cabinet and found a gap behind the dishwasher. Threw in some mothballs, nailed and caulked it shut.
No more nocturnal snake visits.
So effectively you could still have a snake in your house somewhere? Don’t snakes eat like once a year and then crawl off to sleep? Freaking nuts. My husband would have been living there by himself. I’m renting a condo. Holy crap. I am officially freaking out for you. When did this happen?