Argh.

I swear I thought I was going to be sick and pass out.

We bought Munch a good 3 weeks or so ago, and he's been living happily in his tub since then. We were meant to get a viv (because Grant would rather have a viv to put him in) but the guy who was giving it to us took a lot longer than we thought he would. That's no worries he's got the viv as of yesterday.

Munchs eyes went blue a few days ago, so we bumped his humidity up a bit. We kept an eye on it because I've not had a tub dweller before and I didn't want it looking like a rainforest, so just wanted to get it right...

Picked up the viv yesterday. Got back to Grants with it. Grant goes upstairs and takes it (the viv) up in parts, and Im following him up...when he yells down the stairs that Munchs tub is soaked.
So I leg it upstairs...and its not just soaked it is drenched.
Opened the tub, and the stench was foul. Thats when I saw the water bowl...nice big crud in that.

But the regurgitated half-rat was what caught Grants eye. Munch wasn't sticking his head out of his hide as usual. Grant lifted up the hide...he didn't move. He stroked him...he didn't move.

I'm ashamed to admit, I burst into tears. We did everything right... temps and feeding etc.
I kept on at this guy about the vivarium, but (nobodys fault) he just couldn't get his new one soon as he thought.

So i'm stood over the viv, crying my eyes out and then - the little mongoloid moved his head and looked at me like "What's your problem?"...so I cried more?

Our friends round the corner with the wide selection of snakes (well, that they can fit in their living room) came bombing round to the house and checked him over. Said he's okay, suggested missing a feed. Told me I looked like an emo clown in my brightly coloured dress and black mascara streaming in waves down my face...

I just don't understand how the humidity was fine when we were monitoring it but we're out for one night, we come back and he's living in a fish tank Cleaned everything out thoroughly, especially his water bowl and the tub.

*Sigh* I hate to think of him being stressed. He's eating fine and he's lovely to handle and we don't handle him too often...temperatures are right. He's not looking as dehydrated as he was when we got him home.

Still feeling like someone's smacked me in the face with a wet fish on this one.