Mago’s grandma Helen caught a garden snake in her garage, and donated it to him (after seeing his interest when she donated another captured friend to other grandchildren). It’s home is a big plastic ice cream tub.
Mago left it in his room with the lid too loose some time earlier today.
Loose enough for the snake to push up.
It has escaped.
In a great big old house that is a small creature’s hide-and-seek dream. Or nightmare. Current theories are that it must be trapped in a heat ventilation duct – it could easily fit down one, but back up and out, I don’t know. I believe it may die – unless it’s much cleverer and agile than I think (it’s around 20 inches long, I’d guess) – in which case it will simply find its way into the wild.
I do not believe it will turn up, but we may try buying a live mouse (re last post, ironically) to put in a snake trap to lure it, on the chance it is still around.