Last night I took Ginger the Rescue Case out for a soak, to see if he had any more ticks. I am happy to say that after over an hour in soapy water, nothing showed up.
BUT the fun began when I took him out and prepared to put him back into his rubbermaid home. He leapt for a shelf in the kitchen with shocking fastness. I never thought that a big, fat BP could lunge that fast, but it was like those cobras you see on Tv. I got him under control finally, but he was completely flipping out in my hands and trying to get away, hissing like a mofo all the while. I was careful not to apply too much pressure to him, but he was really going nuts from being handled, for the twenty-foot journey from soaking rubbermaid to living-in rubbermaid. Then once inside he scrambled for the warm hide.
This snake is completely terrified of people. What have I gotten myself into!? My boyfriend wants to throw in the towel and give him away, but I am going to stick it out and keep this snake, since I am the one who does cage maintenance anyway. This is a really good arguement for boycotting the adult-WC market.