Speaking of hard work here's a little story of what happened 2 years ago. Its abit long but stick with me.
I got him out for his exercise and left him in the front room on the sofa while i made the tea. 5 minutes later he's gone:rolleyes: i checked the house top to bottom for 6 hours and found nothing, i went to bed not knowing what to think or do.
the next day it hit me:blink: We was having a new bathroom and the bath panel had been left off (OH SHIT) he had only made his way into the house wall cavities:blink: I went and bought infrared cameras to search down the hole but found nothing.
3 days later
I was abit of a wreck and upset, coudnt sleep just knowing he must be stuck in the wall then all of a sudden i could hear him scraping him self down the landing wall, now i am not embarrassed to see that i wept like a little girl, I just felt so helpless.
5 days later
I could still hear him but this time he was level with the attic. I rushed up and began to knock bricks out of the wall not even thinking about the house but with all the racket he just kept rising higher and higher until he got to the apex off the roof then i just coudnt hear nothing. Bearing in mind iggi was 3 feet long with a body the size of huge forearm. he was scraping through mortar in the cavities with a gap off 3inch wide, It just broke my heart:(
Day 7
enough's enough, i called my mate who's a builder and he came round, we had to knock 78 bricks out of the attic wall and there he was nearly dieing gasping for air. I had to chisel around his body as he was wedge in behind all the mortar spillage on the brick. Then he just fell into my arms. That moment was unreal he clung to me and just wouldnt let go as he was gasping for air and his little eye's wouldn't open because they were full of dust. I coudnt hold back my happy tears, my mate even shed a tear:)
vets said i was very lucky, one more day and he probably would of died.