"I'm definitely not the Reptile Whisperer," he says. "Noodle and I just got along well. I couldn't watch when he was eating though." Sometimes there was blood when the snake would eat mice and the sight of it would send him into a fit. He was squeamish back then. Now, he can look at the blood at a crime scene, but eating red meat makes him uncomfortable. It's strange how traumas can shift.

"Of course," Malcolm says immediately. "If we can find an enclosed room, I can let her out of the cage. Then I won't be worried about her going somewhere that I can't get to."