Growing up, while away on vacation, my brother tried to feed my ball python a rat, but before he could daze it, it crawled up its tail and bit my brother. Needless to say, he dropped it. Said rat remained missing for months but resurfaced in the washing machine while my mother was changing loads. As the rat crawled up her arm, the amount of hysterical screaming that emanated from the mud room can't really be described but was epic-ly funny. Unfortunately, our excessive amusement was considered "in bad taste," resulting in some good ole fashioned hard labor around the property as punishment, but at least she didn't make me get rid of the snake.