AFTER 2 FUCKIN' WEEKS OF SEARCHING FOR THIS DUMBASS, LOOK WHAT SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME WHEN I WAS EATING.
Rick escaped his cage the day we got our new desks. We've literally torn the entire house apart and thrown out half our furniture looking for him. It's been 2 weeks. I assumed he was gone or dead.
I sat down to eat and I saw one of the cats jump slightly out of the corner of my eye, and I turned to look, and went "Huh thats weird, I didnt think I owned any toy snakes."
And then it hit me, and I almost broke my leg trying to jump down from my stool to divebomb this three and a half foot fucking idiot lizard before he tried to zoom under a bookshelf.
Now he's sitting in his cage with fresh water, an egg, and a heat lamp. He's drinking a lot of water right now. Hopefully he'll be totally fine.
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