I was nervous today. I was worried that Gene wouldn't eat the rat pups we brought home. They are much bigger than the fuzzy mice he was eating, for good reason. These look MUCH better, bigger, longer, basically full of nommy goodness. However, I've read horror stories that said some BP's ignored rats in favor of mice, so I was apprehensive.

I was wrong, and I'm loving it! With the mice, it took Gene a few minutes to wake up, check his surroundings, and even prepare to strike. I lifted his hide off of him so he would realize there was food present and his head shot up, his tongue flickered, and BAM!, he was striking and constricting. I ran to the store, fast forward 45 minutes later and I come home to find him curled up in his hide, not a care in the world because his belly is full. Yay! /backpat self.