Her life was so sad, before.
I wish I'd taken photos because no words could do it justice.
Her 'box' was in a basement maintenance room at a college and though there had to be a mile of FlexWatt laying around, none of it was being used.
There wasn't even a space heater.
[the cold kept everybody's metabolisms low, thereby limiting their hunger/growth...seriously. if they'd been much colder, their metabolisms would have just stopped]
She felt like ice when I first held her.
The slew of corn snakes who shared her space were swimming in filthy tubs.
Two 20 YO+ BPs were living together in a small aquarium.
Their skin looked like old leather.
A 4-5 foot alligator was running loose in the room, checking out my bare ankles.
It was totally surrealistic.
I'm not sure if this is a Dum trait or not but she can roll her eyes around so far that you can actually see the "whites", if she's afraid.
It looks so "human" that it breaks your heart.
The boy, OTOH, can't get enough of anything.
Has to see, feel, grab, thoroughly examine whatever is near him.
I took him into PetCo with me the night I got him, tucked in my down coat for warmth and he was grabbing everything off the shelves with his neck and tail.
I guess it's harmless if he's a kleptomaniac but he could at least steal things that are useful to him.
[What good are squeaky toys and catnip mini-tennis balls to a snake?]
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