Why, just the other day something very similar happened to me with my 3-year-old carpet python. I was having a horrible, horrible night, and, as you might completely fail to expect, it helped a lot. He grabbed the mouse (he won't eat rats) and started swinging it about, and things started coming out of it, and half of his face was covered with blood, and it smelled *horrible*. And I ended up giggling hysterically whilst wiping viscera off of his body as he swallowed. Because, yes, it was disgusting, but it was *exactly the kind of absurd that I needed* that night.
I took him out two days later to give him a much-needed bath and his head was seriously half-covered in crusted, brown dried blood. Wouldn't want that to happen regularly. But just that once, it was okay. I do love that little guy.
I had a big ol' rat explode on me/him/his hide/the glass of the terrarium when my red-tail Koalemos hit it... That was my bad though, I meant to let it thaw by the heater while I went out to feed the goats, but then the chickens wanted a treat-- you know how it goes.
Koalemos is not the tamest of beasties after surviving my sister's year long starvation-camp and being lost in the house of her druggie ex-BF for 6 months before that, so even though it was a simple matter getting him on F/T and back to a healthy weight, he still does not fuck around with feeding time and isn't real fond of anyone being in his space to begin with.
He hit it like a dump truck and it just literally blew the guts out of its other side and all over the tank wall. Not wanting to piss him off while he was choking it down and still pissed, I waited an hour or so to try cleaning up... That was mistake number two. I had to use a straight razor to get some of the gore off his tank.
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I took him out two days later to give him a much-needed bath and his head was seriously half-covered in crusted, brown dried blood. Wouldn't want that to happen regularly. But just that once, it was okay. I do love that little guy.
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Koalemos is not the tamest of beasties after surviving my sister's year long starvation-camp and being lost in the house of her druggie ex-BF for 6 months before that, so even though it was a simple matter getting him on F/T and back to a healthy weight, he still does not fuck around with feeding time and isn't real fond of anyone being in his space to begin with.
He hit it like a dump truck and it just literally blew the guts out of its other side and all over the tank wall. Not wanting to piss him off while he was choking it down and still pissed, I waited an hour or so to try cleaning up... That was mistake number two. I had to use a straight razor to get some of the gore off his tank.
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