Clarification on the Crime Scene

Porter did not get stuck. Peyton tried to get him out while I was in the shower but she was only tall enough to open the tank, not tall enough to reach in far enough to get him out. She gave up and left the lid off, Porter took advantage and escaped. He roamed the house for months, always changing locations, his last location was under the treasure chest, not because he was stuck, but because he starved to death. Snakes can't get stuck anywhere they can get into, you would be amazed at the tiny places they can get to, the trunk was easy in and easy out. Poor Porter starved, apparently we don't have any rodents in our house to keep him fed.

Crime Scene Photos from my bedroom

So, you may remember reading about our snake Porter Rockwell and his 2 escapes. He was found after his first escape and hadn't been seen since his second escape when Miss P mistakingly let him go. We all assumed that he had made his way out of the house and would never be seen again. We spent weeks searching for him, all along he was inside the house. I dusted and vaccuumed my bedroom today and decided to move a little trunk we have to vaccuum under it. It had been a month or maybe two since I moved it to vaccuum under it. Lo and behold, under the trunk lay a somewhat moldy, very dead and dried up Porter. Please do not tell my children, they love Porter and are just as well left thinking he is living free outside catching rodents and lizards. So, for those of you who feared a visit here, no longer fear, the only snake we now have resides safely behind glass.
Time to bust out the carpet cleaner...

This is the bottom of the trunk he was under.

SO SAD.

He's Gone

Porter is gone again. This time it's Peyton's fault. While I was in the shower today she opened the tank.

Meet Porter Rockwell

My sister's boyfriend caught us a snake. He's a king snake, a very pretty one, black with yellow bands. We've had him for 3 weeks and 2 days. He spent his 2nd week with us loose in our house. I was at a friend's house and got home very late, was up with Ben and up with Peyton, and finally in bed at 2am when I heard a noise. I was so tired, I needed to get to sleep. I knew our cat Carmen was in the house, I had let her in when I let the dog out at 1:30am. I thought the noise was from Carmen knocking something over on the hall counter, well, it was a noise from Carmen. At 5am, after 3 hours of sleep I woke up to Jacob bawling. Porter is gone, the corner of his tank is broken. Sure enough, Porter was gone. The cat cannot stay away from his tank. Apparently she sat on top of it and caved the screen in on one corner. I should have gotten up. We looked for a little while but it was 5am. I couldn't go back to sleep. We said prayers, many prayers. Jacob was ready to get rid of the cat, he was thinking she ate Porter.
Peyton adores Porter and holds him for a very long time, often. Peyton said, "I know where Porter is!" We say, "Where?" Peyton says, "He's lost!" Thanks Peyton.

Well, after many prayers, much faith, 7 days, and an obedient child, Porter is now safetly back in his tank. While I was visiting with my grandmother in the hospital after finding out she was taken off life support, Tyler was telling Micah to get his pajamas on and Micah listened right away and on his way to his room he saw Porter go into my room under our chair and he yelled for Tyler, Tyler lifted the chair up and retrieved Porter!

We are so happy to have him back! He is getting bigger and ready to shed soon. He is a good eater and is having no problem adjusting to his new diet of no longer living mice.