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.