Toad in the Hole
November 06, 2005
|You Are Creepy|
I've always thought of Medusa as my patron saint. Maybe it's just the lovely snakes. Via Pharyngula just before he started fooling around with his site this morning.
In other snakey news: Last night I put an adolescent mouse in with Shep the ball python. His appetite has been puny lately, and he seems to be holding out for small mice instead of bigger, feistier rats. I wouldn't dare do this with a rat, but I gave up and covered the cage and went to bed and left the mouse there, along with the toilet-paper tube he was hiding in.
This morning I peered in as Joe was unbagging his birthday present, and the toilet-paper tube was empty, no mouse visible anywhere. Wood shavings were shoved around in drifts and parts of the cage floor were bare; Shep's little house, in which he'd spent the previous few days, was shoved away from the wall and there was a bare patch behind it too -- in short, signs of a merry chase. Shep's back in his house on the warm side, presumably digesting. I'm thinking I should do this more often, just start earlier. In zoos, they call it "environmental enrichment."Posted at November 6, 2005 04:52 PM