About 30 minutes ago I was feeding a rat fuzzy a water and sugar solution, and here's how it came to be. So, I got my first ball python just about 3 weeks ago now at exactly a month old. I started out with trying to feed her F/T mice, and she wasn't taking. Contacted the breeder, told me he has been feeding her live rat fuzzies. Okay, lets try that. Gave that a go and shes been eating like a champ. So, all good. Everything's going well. Ate rat fuzzies twice with me. Shes tolerating getting held more each day. About a week ago I noticed some pink belly action going on and got prepared for her first shed. Of course it happens when my boyfriend is in town and I'm not going to be spending a lot of time at home, but not a huge problem. My brother had been checking on her and taking care of her lights every evening and morning.

Last time she was fed was on the 20th, so a couple days ago I knew feeding day was coming up. But due to living in Alaska the only place you can buy live feeding rats is a 40 minute drive away; one way. And with the way things worked out, I wasn't able to feed her at all; but the pet store was on the way to the airport. So today when I was dropping off my boyfriend at the airport I picked up a rat fuzzy to feed to my snake when I got home. And well, said boyfriend proceeded to name tiny rat, talked to it, and gave me updates on little Abigail the entire way to the airport practically begging me to not feed it to the snake. (Can we also mention that my boyfriend is a snake owner who feeds his snake mice, and oh yeah, he doesn't even like rats) I kept telling him that Little Abigail is nothing more than snake chow, I even defended the argument "But she has so many places to explore in her tiny life!" with "Exactly! Like the inside of a snake" Anyway, Boyfriend eventually accepted the fact that I would not be keeping Little Abigail and that she was not long for this world. Yeah..... Well apparently I was wrong. Considering I have her sitting in a plastic tub with paper towels and a heat lamp on top and just hand fed her that dang sugar solution. In any case, when I eventually got home (keeping in mind that I hadn't seen my snake in 2 days) I looked under My snake's hide I saw her eyes are completely blue. Because she cant really see I didn't want to plop a live rat right in front of her while she's feeling completely vulnerable. At this point it was also too late to take Little Abigail back to the pet store. So guess who got stuck with taking care of a rat that cant even open its eyes yet. The answer to that one would definitely be, me. I'm going to be really screwed if Little Abigail is too big by the time my snake is finished shedding. I suppose then I really WILL have a pet rat. Words cannot describe the ginormous eye roll I want to do right now. Stupid snake food. It fell asleep in my hand. You've gotta be kidding me...