I had 2 baby escapees this season. the first was one of my JC/D Xs...one of the two I decided to hold back. I had been moving things around and had a stack of shoeboxes - right up til the point I moved one of the big containers. The whole stack of little ones tumbled. I thought I had rounded them all up, til I noticed her box on an unused shelf the next morning. I turned the place upside down, then did it again a week later. 2 weeks after that, I came home from work to find her curled up on the window ledge in the kitchen. My thought was - How the heck did you get way up there???
The other was a baby bp. Some of the group were still temperamental feeders, so I was stacking them as I fed them and leaving them to eat. I came back about an hour later, and the 3rd one down was gone. searched the room to no avail (how do they do that???) repeated the search the following day - nothing. The day after that, about an hour after I had finished my morning snake chores (including soaking bloods in the tub) and gone to bed, I woke up to hear my wife rushing toward me saying omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod (lol - can ya tell she still isn't a big fan?). "There's a snake in the tub...YOU LEFT A SNAKE IN THE TUB" Apparently, she was about to get in the shower when she saw a snake. This whole thing was dragging me out of a nice sleep, and the way she was carrying on, I really thought I had fallen asleep with one of the big bloods sitting in there (I can be pretty stupid in the morning). I dutifully got up and went to investigate, and there was the baby ball sitting in the middle of the tub, and I thought "oh good, its just you" followed immediately by "how the heck did you get in there???" That one cost me about $125 for a butt ugly pair of shoes that my wife wanted. **shrugs**
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