I'm going to call the vet tomorrow and ask for a prescription for proper needles.
[hope it doesn't tick him off]...
My "snake tote" is weird insulated lunch/cooler satchel with a separate compartment for a thermos or drink.
I fill a snake sack with popcorn and nuke it til it's hot but not popped and put that in the thermos compartment.
It zips totally closed but I leave an inch gap open for air.
One nuking lasts about 3 hours and I can always stop at a convenience store and use their microwave to warm it up, if need be.
Still, with all that toasty happiness, she got dramatically worse each night after the vet visit.
[cold metal table, a bunch of people wrangling her down, bright lights, weird smells...she was seriously stressed out and kept trying to climb up me to get around my neck to hide under my hair]
When it was over, she literally dove into her own snake sack, in which she stays within the lunch tote thingy.
Ozzy, being a Bee, I think would just stroke out.
He does not handle stress or strangers well at all.
I just went out to sanitize his house and give him a huge bowl of water for extra humidity, only to find the poor dear shedding.
[two in one night.....it's 'get naked in the frat house' time, this week]
I am so dreading trying to give a shot to a spazzy Bee tomorrow.
That Spider gene can be a real trip.
Norma just hides her head in my hand and lets the vet do his thing.
Ozzy gonna go centrifugal, I just know it.