Josh has had a pet snake (ball python) for almost nine years. Since we moved back from Florida his dad has be gracious enough to take care of her; feed it, clean it, talk to it. When we moved into our new and current apartment we decided to move the snake back with us. It was time to feed it so we went to the pet store and bought a pretty large rat. Unfortunately, Crush needed to shed her top layer of skin so she wasn't ready to eat.
I felt bad for the rat. I felt like we just wasted it's life because it was just going to die in the cage. Anything that has cute little ears and fur makes me melt (yes, even a rat). So Josh let me keep him. We planned on buying a separate cage but never got a chance to go get one so he was staying in the large tank we have for Crush.
I woke up this morning and for some reason I walked into our second bedroom to look at the snake and rat. I found this:
The rat had gnawed a chunk of the snake! I was horrified! And I felt beyond guilty. I know I had great intentions because I hate to see anything die. (Even an insect, ask Josh - He'll tell you that I won't even let him kill a spider. I make him take it outside on the porch. I'm pathetic, I know) I will never allow a rat to live with Crush again. I definitely learned my lesson.
Crush, so far, is doing fine. Josh cleaned out the tank and put peroxide on the wound. Since I've been home from work she's been moving around and drinking water so that's a wonderful sign. Keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer for Crush. She's tough, but I hope she makes it!