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.
