I've got a 2 yr-o anery charcoal corn and a yearling regular Pueblan milk that I hope to have for the next 15-20 years or so! Rumer and Maker, respectively. Haven't sexed them yet, but they're "girls." So cool. I'm thinking a Kenyan sand boa next... Rumer's almost old enough to eat rat pinkies. If you saw my post about rat baths, you know I can get some of those pretty easily
One of the cats let Rumer out once, that's my guess, in the spirit of these "escape" tales:
It was January, and we lived in a tiny little two-room house (pre-multiple tank syndrome). We had to keep one of Rumer's lights on all of the time b/c the house only had a wall-unit AC/heater, like in a hotel. Can't leave that on when you're gone... Like a big hairdryer in the corner. Smelled bad even when it was clean. Not high-tech. Anyway, I hadn't seen Rumer out in a day and a half, which isn't that weird since I was expecting a shed from her soon enough, but I went looking for her. Her hide (in her oversized, planted viv) is her water dish (which is hollow underneath), so often if I've seen her I will fill the dish without moving it so she can keep on chilling. Everything (light set) was still on top of the lid when I started taking things apart, but the lid wasn't "clipped" (bought clips first thing once I got her back). I couldn't find her, dug through substrate, everything...
She was gone for four days, I set up a little "trap" for her with a heating pad and her water dish, but no luck. It was so sad, I had one cat then, a real killah so I was worried that he would find her. Every time I was home I couldn't do anything but look around hopelessly for her, just KNOWING that if I could look in the right place I'd see her...
My brother came to visit me on the 4th night, and we were hanging out playing some PS2 w00t when he was like "WHOA your snake scared me!". I accosted him for her location: the windowsill! She was probably sunning herself before it got dark: I had blocked the window with some black posterboard b/c of creepers, so it would've been a little greenhouse.
Mostly, she was thirsty. She has never eaten the same way since: it's like she became "wild" when she was gone! I gave her a pinkie the next morning, once she had warmed up and calmed down a bit, and BAM! She had been a picky eater, but not any more...
So, yeah, definitely I love her more than a bird I don't have yet!


