Remember itty bitty little 7, my Fire girl?
Last night she wolfed down a big fat rat pink like it was a noodle and never even noticed it wasn't mouse flavored.
She was what...what 65 or so grams last month?
She's 180g, now.
Might to my delight, she's a little eating machine who never says "Don't want!" to supper.
Contrast that to my born May '11 male Fire who's just now figuring out that food is good and just hit the 500 gram mark.
[weirdly enough, all my snakes are pounding chow like it's gonna be outlawed tomorrow....especially freaky Ozzy, the former stud muffin Kobylka Bee]
I'm hoping this sudden mass gluttony means something good...and fertile....![]()