feeding mishap
Apr. 10th, 2008 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeFeeding Aristotle tonight and he was being stupid-headed. Struck twice at the prey and missed both times, the second time garnering a face full of aspen. The Engineer went to rewarm the mouse up for me, because it was getting kind of cool to touch and I noticed Aristotle opening and closing his jaws.
Wood chip stuck in his mouth. Oh, great.
I pin him and flick it away, only to notice there's another one actually lodged in the entrance to his throat.
Again, I say: oh, great.
More pinning and a move to the bathroom later for better lighting, and the Engineer fishes the chip out with a pair of tweezers. It was the tiniest bit bloody, but his mouth seems to be ok. I put him back in the tank and he laid there for a few moments, breathing heavily and probably freaked all the fuck out, before moving into his warm-side hide.
I put the mouse on a paper towel in the tank, but I really don't think he'll eat it. He doesn't like still prey and seems to preferthe dead-mousie-dance for feeding time.
I'll call Dr. Joe tomorrow and see what he says about the entire spectacle.
I'm only freaking out a little bit. Just a little, I swear.
Really.
If I say it enough times, maybe I'll convince myself. :/
*edit*
SONOFABITCH!
That greedy little fucker ate the goddamn mouse!
The Engineer just went into my room to check on him and reported back that the mouse had vanished. Now, being a mouse of the dead variety, I am assuming it didn't just re-animate itself and is now lurking about in my bedroom somewhere.
Although the idea of that is actually kind of amusing.
Zombie mice. heh.
Wood chip stuck in his mouth. Oh, great.
I pin him and flick it away, only to notice there's another one actually lodged in the entrance to his throat.
Again, I say: oh, great.
More pinning and a move to the bathroom later for better lighting, and the Engineer fishes the chip out with a pair of tweezers. It was the tiniest bit bloody, but his mouth seems to be ok. I put him back in the tank and he laid there for a few moments, breathing heavily and probably freaked all the fuck out, before moving into his warm-side hide.
I put the mouse on a paper towel in the tank, but I really don't think he'll eat it. He doesn't like still prey and seems to preferthe dead-mousie-dance for feeding time.
I'll call Dr. Joe tomorrow and see what he says about the entire spectacle.
I'm only freaking out a little bit. Just a little, I swear.
Really.
If I say it enough times, maybe I'll convince myself. :/
*edit*
SONOFABITCH!
That greedy little fucker ate the goddamn mouse!
The Engineer just went into my room to check on him and reported back that the mouse had vanished. Now, being a mouse of the dead variety, I am assuming it didn't just re-animate itself and is now lurking about in my bedroom somewhere.
Although the idea of that is actually kind of amusing.
Zombie mice. heh.