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Jun. 19th, 2007
Python regius nottus eattus
Jun. 19th, 2007 12:47 pmThe photos aren't that great because I had the lights turned low in my bedroom, as to not freak her out. But, here they are:
( Charlie )
She still hasn't eaten so far, despite a few different attempts. It mostly appears that she believes me to be bringing her little friends, from the way that she lays with them. The one time, I put the mouse carcass in her tank and she laid her chin on the damn thing and stayed like that for three hours. The other night, she seemed VASTLY interested in the wee mousie I brought her, all tongue-flicking and slithering closer, but she just stared at it the entire night. The next morning? Poop in the tank, which was an interesting phone call to the Engineer because honestly, I wasn't entirely convinced that one of the cats didn't wrestle the tank lid open, hang their fat ass over the side, and crap on Charlie's hide rock.
What does ball python poo look like?
The Engineer reassured me that the poo was indeed of the snakey variety and that she would then possibly be very hungry. So, I went against the normal pattern of you-didn't-eat-so-I'm-waiting-a-few-days-before-trying-again and tried to feed her again last night.
This time she was sleeping next to her log and I dropped the mouse on her head by accident. hoom. She didn't seem all that upset by this turn of events.
Oh look, you brought me another little friend to love!
When I went to bed later on, the new little friend had been abandoned by the wayside and Charlie was in her rock. I put her new little friend in the doorway to the rock, hoping that maybe she would stumble across it in the middle of the night and perhaps it would accidentially fall into her mouth. But, the new dawn broke with one dead mouse still in the tank. And a wee python zooming all over happily.
grr.
Who's idea was it that I buy a notoriously difficult to feed breed of snake? What douchebag came up with that gem?
Oh, right.
It was me.
heh.
I'll get better photos of her, once she's eaten for me. I've been avoiding handling her (except one time, when I couldn't freaking resist) until then, just so she doesn't get stressed out.
( Charlie )
She still hasn't eaten so far, despite a few different attempts. It mostly appears that she believes me to be bringing her little friends, from the way that she lays with them. The one time, I put the mouse carcass in her tank and she laid her chin on the damn thing and stayed like that for three hours. The other night, she seemed VASTLY interested in the wee mousie I brought her, all tongue-flicking and slithering closer, but she just stared at it the entire night. The next morning? Poop in the tank, which was an interesting phone call to the Engineer because honestly, I wasn't entirely convinced that one of the cats didn't wrestle the tank lid open, hang their fat ass over the side, and crap on Charlie's hide rock.
What does ball python poo look like?
The Engineer reassured me that the poo was indeed of the snakey variety and that she would then possibly be very hungry. So, I went against the normal pattern of you-didn't-eat-so-I'm-waiting-a-few-days-before-trying-again and tried to feed her again last night.
This time she was sleeping next to her log and I dropped the mouse on her head by accident. hoom. She didn't seem all that upset by this turn of events.
Oh look, you brought me another little friend to love!
When I went to bed later on, the new little friend had been abandoned by the wayside and Charlie was in her rock. I put her new little friend in the doorway to the rock, hoping that maybe she would stumble across it in the middle of the night and perhaps it would accidentially fall into her mouth. But, the new dawn broke with one dead mouse still in the tank. And a wee python zooming all over happily.
grr.
Who's idea was it that I buy a notoriously difficult to feed breed of snake? What douchebag came up with that gem?
Oh, right.
It was me.
heh.
I'll get better photos of her, once she's eaten for me. I've been avoiding handling her (except one time, when I couldn't freaking resist) until then, just so she doesn't get stressed out.