I just hope for the best with Scorchmuffin. When I get back into contact with Ariana I'm going to quite literally give her the giant middle finger. Her entire family is nonsense on unneeded stress. As long as I have my one friend who talks to me frequently then I'll be alright. But I feel the problem was the pushing. Most were telling me to call animal control which, yes, is the right thing but I got my whole life ahead of me and I don't need this @$$ of a family targeting me throughout.
Sure, I'm mean. I'm a little messed up. I piss people off. But, God, at least I try to stop. Ariana went from borderline rude to an enemy.
I'm sharing about this family when I go to the reptile show. Dave is the main part so of course they'll be mentioned. One by one they'll be hated - but never truly known. (Obviously, not going to give out their last name.)
In the end, at least I saved one. Dave is slithering around right now, curling about his hiding log. He's happy; comfortable. I recently fixed my gram scale. I got him at less than 395 grams (2 and half foot snake) and now he's about 750. Thank you all for the support, though, through both of these stories. It's been an emotional roller coaster. I wish we could've rescued Scorchmuffin but those chances look slim now. Maybe somebody else will knock sense into them.
Thank you, everybody. It's been a journey.
