Snakes in the Classroom

Have you ever had a conversation with someone that suddenly sparked a funny memory? I had one of those today, when I was talking to someone from high school and suddenly I had flashbacks from Forensics class, senior year! I had a fun in that class, for a few different reasons!

 The memory that was triggered involved a snake. Yes, one of those sneaky, slimy, slippery, icky creatures. My Forensics teacher really likes snakes, apparently. Every now and then our class would fall at the same time that it was feeding time for the snake. I wish I could remember it's name, but it was cute and green and.... missing.
 One day it decided to go missing. The snake had a small enclosure where it had a mesh top, rocks to play in and a little food bin where my teacher put in the frozen mice and occasional noisy cricket. The tank sat in the front of the class where it didn't really bother anyone, unless if there was a cricket inside. A few times you could swear that the tank was moving, or the snake was for that matter, but really you were too involved in the class to really pay any attention.
 A few days later our teacher announced that whatever we did we could not move the book that was on top of the snakes cage. Apparently the snake had been moving the lid of his tank and if he was able to move it far enough, could very well escape. Fair enough, leave the book there, and the snake can't get out. But what if the snake can move the book as well? Well, we learned that lesson just a few days afterwards.
 The snake had figured out how to escape. For real. It had moved the lid, and the book and escaped. Who knows where it was! To hopefully trap the darn thing my professor left little petri dishes of frozen mice around the classroom FROZEN MICE. It was disgusting seeing little baby mice all over the classroom and still no return of the snake. What were we supposed to do then?
 It took weeks but finally the little rascal decided to return to our classroom and be safe in his cage. We were fortunate, but honestly, who would have thought that he would have escaped again?