"Sure," I responded. "What's up?"
"Kaa's loose somewhere in the garage."
A 9 foot long boa constrictor, on the lam, in a garage full of boxes. He had nosed his way out of his temp cage while waiting for his newly cleaned habitat to be set back up. Worse, the garage-to-house door had been left open, so he might even be in the house, stalking our aged tiny dogs. I put the dogs in the bathroom, closed the door and K and I started to search.
Soon his snakey self was discovered coiled within the first row of boxes, and that's when the fight began. I caught his tail and tried to hold on to him while K-Man moved boxes as fast as he could. As Kaa was exposed, I pulled him back as best I could -- a real Tug-O-War!
Finally we got him loose, and I grabbed the back of his head, and we dumped him back into the temp cage. Man, was he pissed!! Kaa hissed and struck at us while K zip-tied the cage lid shut. A big boa sounds like a hot water pipe leak!
Man, were my arthritic hands cramping...