Operation: own a snake until i move out without my mum finding out (2)

Just recently was the most horribly tense night of the operation: i got a new TV and had to feed the power cable into the snake cupboard, and i needed the Sister's help for this. Help from my sister is unlike help from anyone else: it must be taken when it is offered or it will never be offered again, so when she said "i'll be through to help you in a minute" I knew my time was limited... Houdini's tub was yanked (carefully) from his cupboard and thrown (again, carefully) under the bed and hidden behind an amp; his heatmat was hastily unplugged and stuffed in a drawer and his feeding tub and other various incriminating items were tossed into the space between my cupboard and drawers (in plain view to whomever cared to look). A comfortable second and a half later my sister appeared to help me with the setting up of the telly, that went well (37" full HD LCD tis truly erotic) and she fucked off downstairs and Houdini was apologised to and put back in place Good Times, the operation continues to be a success