Our friend’s pet boa escaped once and was found MONTHS later, hibernating up on a shelf in the closet. She discovered it, reaching up on the shelf. Surprise!
I picture Alice in God’s loving embrace, right this very minute.
Boas are smart.
Ball Pythons, not so much.
I *hope* Alice has the sense to hunker down somewhere safe *inside* the house rather than wandering off inside the actual walls.
I went through another two rooms today.
Frankly, I’m exhausted.
[and now I’m having to cope with a pack of FR jackals applauding some creep who intentionally froze dozens of his BPs to death]