The place looks like we had an indoor blizzard of flour and corn starch.
There’s not so much as an ant track in any of it.
I’ve looked up, up, down, between, behind, inside, outside and in places so tiny a mouse wouldn’t fit.
Just no clue where he’s at.
Unfortunately, the nature of a Ball Python is revealed in their name.
When they’re scared, they just ball up and don’t move...and I know he’s scared, wherever he is.
I hope you find him soon! Play his favorite music (stuff he might associate with sitting with you) at a normal level, maybe that’ll make him more at ease and bring him out.