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I used to buy those little plastic cockroaches from the dollar store....my roommate played TE for Carolina back when they could still live off campus, and ate a ton of peanut butter sandwiches. He would go through a loaf every two days, and HATED roaches.
I would hear him at 3 am in the morning bellowing "MOTHERFUCKER!!!".
I guess the point of that story is that perhaps the container under the bed aint the place to put your toy snake.
May I suggest somewhere she would never suspect a snake? The warm, inviting, safe, and sterile place that is the kitchen? Preferably something over head in a cabinet. You can utilize her "superior organizing skills" to help you locate something you think you lost....you know, so you can be there for the unveil.
I am just thinking out loud. Please dont implicate me in this crime, but maybe film the event for my benefit?
"Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery elements are for wise men to contemplate and for fools to pass by without consideration" -Izaak Walton
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