
When my son was about 10, he and a neighbor boy went down the street where there was a house with a huge old rock wall in the back. They came back to my house with a big paper sack full of little snakes, I would say about 10. They open the front door and yelled my name, dumped the snakes in the livingroom and ran outside. I screamed for them to get back in. I shut off all the doors, moved furniture out, etc. and told them to get every one of them back outside. I knew they did not go into the other rooms, they moved slow, but it was errie for a week or so sitting on furniture.

They just laughed their heads off after dumping the snakes.
I guess they were just bored, duh.