I posted this once before, but…
About three years ago, I had done a bunch of laundry and hung it out on my clothesline to dry...my "solar drier," no electricity costs.
Halfway through the afternoon I checked it, and some was dry, some not.
I took the dry things off of the line and put them in a plastic laundry basket, leaving the basket there outside under the line.
Just after sunset, dusky dark, I went back, didn't even look at the basket, and took the rest of the clothes down, putting them on top of what was already in the basket.
I took the basket into my bedroom, dumped it out on to the top of the bed, and then ran back up to the studio to finish mixing.
About midnight is when I went in to sort the clothes; I switched on the light, and there was a 6 to 8 foot boa constrictor coiled up sitting right on top of the pile of clothes!
Obviously he had crawled into the basket, and I had carried him into the house unawares.
I knew I couldn't take my eyes off of him or I could never sleep in that room again! He started slithering around and wrapped himself around the intricate iron metalwork of the bedframe.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a small baby blanket in the corner that I had had there for some friends who had been recently visiting with their child.
Cautiously keeping my eye on the snake, I slowly moved across the room, grabbed the blanket, and waited as he slithered around. Finally he was free enough of the frame, and I leapt on his head with the blanket.
What a fight! He was so strong I couldn't believe it. But finally I had him all in the blanket, struggled to the front door, took him outside, and flung him into the empty jungle lot next-door.
I didn't go to sleep for about four more hours…