One day, I had walked into my room and discovered one of my baby ball pythons was missing. He was a rescue we had named Biscotti, and no, we don't do drugs. Heartbroken, I ripped apart my room to no avail. Hoping that he will come out eventually, I stopped looking. At night I would hear noises, grab a flashlight and immediately look around. It got to the point where I had even thought my dogs had gotten to him before I did. Almost two weeks pass, and still no sign of Biscotti. No hope left, I was thawing mice to feed to Myshkin, my yellow ratsnake. I lifted his container to lower it and who do I see relaxing under it? Biscotti. In shed and looking quite thin, I immediately give him some water and offered him food. Now he is laying happily back in his tank with Dali, quenched and full. The End.