Snake!

So what do you do if you wake up in your Winnipeg apartment and find a snake (a constrictor about 3 feet long and better than an inch thick) nestled in your kitchen sink? You leave. You get on the bus and head for the St. Norbert Farmer's Market. Then, you call your Dad, in Altona, and say "We really need your help!" which, while true, doesn't really make for a practical solution to the problem. So you call a friend who has a snake or two, and knows something about handling them, but she only gets off work at 2:30 PM. Well you end up going back to the apartment, calling 911 and getting a cop to come out (a cop who hears the call and comes because he thinks it'll be an interesting assignment) and rustle the thing out of the place (it had moved up onto the counter when he got there). Apparently it was a baby Boa Constrictor (like this one). Whew! You can watch a CTV newscast about it, right here!

How do things like this happen?