I fed yesterday morning, and peeped in last night to check on everybody. Roana was out of her hide, doubled in half along the side of the tub. Her head was wedged on its side between her body and the tub wall and after a few impatient seconds of waiting for her to breathe, I poked her to no effect. Now panicking, I rubbed her body more firmly and then sighed in relief as she snapped up and glared at me. I closed the tub apologeticly and left her to return to her nap.