On snake personalities
Oct. 7th, 2009 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hazliyaMan, the two babies even eat differently.
Tonight was the first time that I offered them pinky mice (I haven't had to buy them in so long!), and the first time they'd seen what will become their regular feeding tank.
The orange baby smelled the tank, probably picked up a few residual molecules of one of Bowie's dinners, and started becoming very interested in the plastic bucket of tastiness. I put him in it, offered the mouse... and he started flailing. At first, I thought he was hurt. No, he was just missing over and over and over again. Finally, on his fifth or sixth lunge, he made contact with the mouse and all was well. He was even a little twitchy when I was taking him out of the tank, but he'll get used to the routine in time.
The white baby was an entirely different story. He wasn't at all interested in the tank. He instead wrapped himself as much as he could around![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elenuial's wrist, stared at his tail, looked back at me, back at his tail, then back at me as if to say "I has a butt." I put him in the tank, offered the mouse, and he stared.
Then opened his mouth.
Then leaned forward and clamped down.
Then gently plucked the mouse from the tongs.
And when he was done, I picked him up without incident and put him back in the tank with his brother. Not a flail of complaint from him.
Clearly, orange baby = spastic baby and white baby = mellow baby. I'll eventually have to name them, but I'm still waiting on confirmation of those personalities.
Still miss Bowie, but definitely recognizing the bonding process here. They trust me more, they're braver, and hopefully, they'll be more social soon. =)
Tonight was the first time that I offered them pinky mice (I haven't had to buy them in so long!), and the first time they'd seen what will become their regular feeding tank.
The orange baby smelled the tank, probably picked up a few residual molecules of one of Bowie's dinners, and started becoming very interested in the plastic bucket of tastiness. I put him in it, offered the mouse... and he started flailing. At first, I thought he was hurt. No, he was just missing over and over and over again. Finally, on his fifth or sixth lunge, he made contact with the mouse and all was well. He was even a little twitchy when I was taking him out of the tank, but he'll get used to the routine in time.
The white baby was an entirely different story. He wasn't at all interested in the tank. He instead wrapped himself as much as he could around
elenuial's wrist, stared at his tail, looked back at me, back at his tail, then back at me as if to say "I has a butt." I put him in the tank, offered the mouse, and he stared.Then opened his mouth.
Then leaned forward and clamped down.
Then gently plucked the mouse from the tongs.
And when he was done, I picked him up without incident and put him back in the tank with his brother. Not a flail of complaint from him.
Clearly, orange baby = spastic baby and white baby = mellow baby. I'll eventually have to name them, but I'm still waiting on confirmation of those personalities.
Still miss Bowie, but definitely recognizing the bonding process here. They trust me more, they're braver, and hopefully, they'll be more social soon. =)
