in reply to @itchyd Yes. The snake was kept downstairs in a plexiglass enclosure and was "fed" once a week or so, after the usual visit to the pet store. The woman I was living with had a very wealthy father, a doctor, and she was one of my college classmates, as was another woman who "joined" the club. We paid no rent, so I was able to overlook certain things, including that I had to sleep on the bottom part of a trundle bed. I am fairly certain I made the move out when I could not stand the sight, any longer, of my friend's brother who saved his nail clippings in a jar. These people were highly intelligent, and the brother is now an interpreter for the United Nations. I suppose, "we all have our issues."