One early morning at 1am my sister rang in a panic apparently she went to make a drink, and a snake was basking on her kitchen floor so she screamed and shut the door. By the time we got there she had phoned 5 ppl for help. We found her ex partner, landlord there who were all terrified of snakes. She had phoned the rspca but no would could help at that time. Then 2 police guys arrived in riot gears It was like keystone cops. The young cop went through her laundry basket to my sisters horror. They poked bumps in her carpet with truncheons. The well built guy went a sickly white, and kept jumping when looking in cupboards. My fella has kept snakes, and kept telling them to look behind the fridge freezer. The young insisted it would not be there. Eventually he was out of ideas so yelled every one stand back I know what I am doing.
My fella insisted that they look where he had suggested so he shined the torch h and the snake came out. His partner was on the table like my sister. My fella said ffs pointed out it was a harmless corn snake, and put it in a box I held. We asked to keep the snake, they looked at us as if we were mad. Turns out a teacher who bred snakes had lost one, and assumed it had died. He came to collect, and found his pet basking in a heated tank. He brought a small tub with baby corn snakes in, and we choose one. I have a feeling they went to work telling a tale of anaconda size snakes.