Each summer, Stewie goes home and lives on my porch until late August signals the return to school.
This summer, Stewie found a spot where the duct tape securing the top to his aquarium was loose, and in no time so was Stewie.
He has not returned and since PFHQ is snake heaven as far as habitat goes, I think it may be awhile before the one meter long Stewie shows up again.
I miss him, but I'm actually happy for him also.
He did a great job as snake ambassador in my room, but maybe it was time to just be a snake.
I can relate.
In the meantime ...
My secret girlfriend, Sara N. Dippity, sent me a replacement ... just as school is about to fire up again.
A few days ago, some student government kids were here at school helping the teachers get ready and they found this little ratsnake with his tail stuck in the building door.
So of course they sought me out.
I am the critter go to guy at our school ... how weird is that?
"Mr. FC, Mr. FC! There's a baby ratsnake in the hall!"
We walked back down to the entrance door where Newie had his caboose smashed flat between the heavy metal doors and the threshold.
I opened the door and grabbed him for a look-see.
The door had flattened a section an inch or so from his tail tip, but he seemed frisky enough as he bit me again and again.
He got an A for effort, but his teeth are too tiny to do any harm so I ignored that while I inspected his injury.
It seemed far enough back that nothing vital had been injured, so I placed him in a small critter cage in my room.
The good news two days later, is that he seems to have recovered just fine. The flat area isn't flat anymore and he's full of snakey fiestyness as you can see in these pictures.