I just found out that I have a roommate. He is a quiet, introverted, unassuming sort of fellow. In fact, when anybody drops by the house, you could "toss" it and never see him....he doesn't like company. He moved in some time ago, and yet I myself only realized last night that he was even there.
There is a snake somewhere in my basement. I call him Bartholemew Gustace Perelli, Barty for short. I have no idea what kind he is, but he left a dry snakeskin hanging down the wall yesterday, which is how I found out that he was living with me. Sweet dreams to all you who are scared to death of snakes. :)