My heart is breaking as I write this. He continues to show no interest in food. I'm exhausted. I worked with him with a pinky rat and he looked at it, smelled it, flicked his tongue, but backed off. I've left it in there for him to think about overnight. If he doesn't take this meal, I think I'm going to look at rehoming options. I just can't take any more of this stress. I didn't know what I was getting into when I got my first BP, and that's on me. At least now I know.