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thejunipertreeThe vet visit went well, I would reckon.
This is the regular vet's office I go to, but I've never dealt with their reptile vet before. He's new. He used to work there, as a tech, then went away to college and came back a shiny new DVM.
And he's fairly awesome. I only wish that he had been available when Charlie was sick, maybe she'd still be alive and I wouldn't be so grumpy about the subject.
At any rate, Dr. Pickles is doing ok, other than the not-eating-for-four-months thing. He tried to get a fecal sample, but there was none to be had. He checked his mouth for any weirdness, found none. Probed him (he's definitely a he and apparently, quite an impressive he at that). Gave him a small shot of appetite stimulant and told us to try feeding him in a week. He believes that this may just be a seasonal thing, especially because it's not like the little guy is emaciated or withering away or anything.
Dr. Pickles, of course, was heartily unimpressed with this state of affairs and tried to act the badass the entire time. Not very scary when you're only a wee snake who's all talk, which I kept telling him. He struck at the Engineer at one point, making him jump about four feet to the left and causing me to laugh my ass off.
If he starts to lose weight, we may have to start trying to change his prey. This will possibly involve scenting a mouse with a live frog (western hognose's natural prey), the prospect of which does not thrill the Engineer. hee.
They had kittens at the vet office. For adoption. Three of them the tiny buggers. I had a mad episode of OMG KITTEN FEVER when I saw them. They also had an adult black cat with a white stripe down its nose, which gave me a case of OMG BADGER CAT FEVER.
Also, both kitten and snake unrelated, I think the other tenants in my apartment building are attempting to drive me insane.
When I left for work this morning, I caught something waist-high and bipedal-shaped out of the corner of my eye. I had only been awake for twenty minutes when I was leaving the apartment, so my brain wasn't fully functioning and my first thought was what the fuck is that?! When I managed to finally focus on it, I saw that down the hall there was a three foot high snowman figure thing dressed in little kid clothes, standing outside one of the other apartments.
What the hell? I thought. That thing is going to make me crazy by the end of next week because I'm going to constantly think that it's someattack killer midget lying in wait for me at the other end of the hall.
Then, when I was coming home from work, I saw that one of the other tenants, this one closer to my apartment, has also stationed one of these creepy fucks outside their door. So, now there's TWO of them. One on each side of the hall, like sentries. Bastard things. I hate stuff like that because my slightly already unhinged brain always processes them as waiting to come alive and get me. Dolls also fall into this category.
A few years ago, I was spending the night at my friend's mother's house. Said mother was a collector of dolls. And by collector, I actually mean: spent all her freaking money on a billion creepy dolls that were arranged all over the goddamn house. One of the dolls even had a doll-sized shopping cart. I spent the night in the guest room, lying on my side with my back to the wall and staring at the closed door. Waiting.
Did I mention I was stoned out of my mind? No? Well. I was. I don't know how I ever fell asleep that night, but I managed to.
I kept having visions of the moment I closed my eyes, the dolls were going to be in the doorway. Evil.
My friend and her husband spent the entire night giggling their asses off at the idea of taking one of the dolls and setting it up at the foot of my bed after I fell asleep. Thankfully, they were too high to act on this notion because if I woke up and saw that, I would have voided my bowels, screamed like a little girl, and then shredded the curtains in an attempt to get away. Ha-fucking-ha.
...
When I leave for work tomorrow morning, if those fuckers have moved any closer to my door, I'm sitting them on fire. I'm half-tempted to look out my door right now.
This is the regular vet's office I go to, but I've never dealt with their reptile vet before. He's new. He used to work there, as a tech, then went away to college and came back a shiny new DVM.
And he's fairly awesome. I only wish that he had been available when Charlie was sick, maybe she'd still be alive and I wouldn't be so grumpy about the subject.
At any rate, Dr. Pickles is doing ok, other than the not-eating-for-four-months thing. He tried to get a fecal sample, but there was none to be had. He checked his mouth for any weirdness, found none. Probed him (he's definitely a he and apparently, quite an impressive he at that). Gave him a small shot of appetite stimulant and told us to try feeding him in a week. He believes that this may just be a seasonal thing, especially because it's not like the little guy is emaciated or withering away or anything.
Dr. Pickles, of course, was heartily unimpressed with this state of affairs and tried to act the badass the entire time. Not very scary when you're only a wee snake who's all talk, which I kept telling him. He struck at the Engineer at one point, making him jump about four feet to the left and causing me to laugh my ass off.
If he starts to lose weight, we may have to start trying to change his prey. This will possibly involve scenting a mouse with a live frog (western hognose's natural prey), the prospect of which does not thrill the Engineer. hee.
They had kittens at the vet office. For adoption. Three of them the tiny buggers. I had a mad episode of OMG KITTEN FEVER when I saw them. They also had an adult black cat with a white stripe down its nose, which gave me a case of OMG BADGER CAT FEVER.
Also, both kitten and snake unrelated, I think the other tenants in my apartment building are attempting to drive me insane.
When I left for work this morning, I caught something waist-high and bipedal-shaped out of the corner of my eye. I had only been awake for twenty minutes when I was leaving the apartment, so my brain wasn't fully functioning and my first thought was what the fuck is that?! When I managed to finally focus on it, I saw that down the hall there was a three foot high snowman figure thing dressed in little kid clothes, standing outside one of the other apartments.
What the hell? I thought. That thing is going to make me crazy by the end of next week because I'm going to constantly think that it's some
Then, when I was coming home from work, I saw that one of the other tenants, this one closer to my apartment, has also stationed one of these creepy fucks outside their door. So, now there's TWO of them. One on each side of the hall, like sentries. Bastard things. I hate stuff like that because my slightly already unhinged brain always processes them as waiting to come alive and get me. Dolls also fall into this category.
A few years ago, I was spending the night at my friend's mother's house. Said mother was a collector of dolls. And by collector, I actually mean: spent all her freaking money on a billion creepy dolls that were arranged all over the goddamn house. One of the dolls even had a doll-sized shopping cart. I spent the night in the guest room, lying on my side with my back to the wall and staring at the closed door. Waiting.
Did I mention I was stoned out of my mind? No? Well. I was. I don't know how I ever fell asleep that night, but I managed to.
I kept having visions of the moment I closed my eyes, the dolls were going to be in the doorway. Evil.
My friend and her husband spent the entire night giggling their asses off at the idea of taking one of the dolls and setting it up at the foot of my bed after I fell asleep. Thankfully, they were too high to act on this notion because if I woke up and saw that, I would have voided my bowels, screamed like a little girl, and then shredded the curtains in an attempt to get away. Ha-fucking-ha.
...
When I leave for work tomorrow morning, if those fuckers have moved any closer to my door, I'm sitting them on fire. I'm half-tempted to look out my door right now.
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Date: 2007-12-01 02:15 pm (UTC)I think I now have little green snake fever, which is weird as I have never wanted a snake before, but a wee guy losing weight and still being all "I'll cut you beyotch!" makes my heart leap.
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Date: 2007-12-01 03:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-01 10:14 pm (UTC)Also, Dr. Pickles is hilarious in his uppityness. He pretends to be a cobra when he's angry, which is always. He puffs up really big and flattens his head out and then starts breathing very slow and loud. And the hissing, omg.
The best part about him is his brow ridges. They slope down and make him look so angry, it slays me with the cute.
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Date: 2007-12-01 09:23 pm (UTC)But i'm glad Dr. Pickles is okay for now and that the vet was such a kind and useful human. Specialty vets that don't suck are like fucking gold, i swear.
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Date: 2007-12-01 10:11 pm (UTC)It's the big ones I'm afraid of. The ones that could actually do some damage should they decide to boogie down. urgh.
I blame this on Trilogy of Terror starring Karen Black. Watched on the Late Late Show when I was quite wee. Omg, scarred for life.
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Date: 2007-12-03 05:57 pm (UTC)Dexterous little bastards, though. Hide your keys. >>;;
And, uh, so now is probably a bad time for me to mention that Lishe comes in a less expensive mini version. And that they're currently running a pretty sweet promotion for the holiday. And that splitting shipping with someone (like MEEEE [waves hands.]) makes it a lot more affordable.
Oh, and they have cat dolls too, now.
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Date: 2007-12-01 11:06 pm (UTC)scenting a mouse with a live frog (western hognose's natural prey)
Western hognose's natural prey is rodents and toads not forgs <--do not attempt to feed him a frog. Spadefoot toads work best if rodents won't be taken.
Seasonal changes temp/ photoperiod duration often cause hognoses to go off feed for months at a time (His internal clock is telling him its time for brumation, Brumation is like a "hibernation lite")
This usually has little to no effect them I've had them not eat for 8 months and still be fine!
Not very scary when you're only a wee snake who's all talk, which I kept telling him.
LOL remember its not only a bluff.
Hognoses are Rear-fanged venomus snakes!!
You really have to work hard at getting bitten and then let him chew his venom into you but it can happen.
Its taxa specfic meaning its evolved to effect prey items rodents, toads and lizards but it does have some minor side effects on people. Slight numbing sensation usually localized, mild swelling and irritation of the bite site.
Hopefully you arent allergic to it cause anaphylactic shock sucks.....
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Date: 2007-12-02 12:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-03 06:02 am (UTC)Really? Everything I've read says frogs. Piss poor shoddy information. grr. Not that there's much information out about hognoses to begin with...
You really have to work hard at getting bitten and then let him chew his venom into you but it can happen.
He'd really have to be worked up into a tizzy to actually do the deed, though. He's funny. He's all piss and vinegar, but when you pick him up? He immediately calms down and is all, "Oh, hi! I remember you!"
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Date: 2007-12-02 12:03 am (UTC)As for the doll news... *snort*... ahem... sorry about that.