Cats torture their prey. With all due respect, I fail to see how that’s better than most other methods.
Mice, and rats, are still widely used in medical experiments, and people who own snakes, buy “feeder” rodents. I was kind of forced to adopt a Ball Python, when I worked at the veterinary emergency hospital. He only ate live rats. I felt terrible feeding him, but I was absolutely fascinated, by the process. He usually killed them, in about 30 seconds. I guess, I think that’s better, than what a cat would do.
I had him for about 4 years. I grew tired of the way I had to feed him, and gave him, and all his stuff (like $500 of stuff,) to a lesbian couple who loved him. I gave him to them, and did not charge them.anything. There was a stipulation though. If they got tired of him, they had to do what I did. Find him a knew home, and charge nothing to the new owner.
He was about 4 ft long, when I got him. He was over 6 ft, when I gave him over. He was awesome. But I just didn’t have the heart to feed him anymore. And, he tried to kill me once. He wrapped himself around my throat, and tried to kill me. Luckily, I am FAR larger than him. So I straightened him out. Pulled him off, and threw him.in his aquarium. It must have hurt him, because he limped into his house (a upside down plant pot.) He didn’t come out for days, and I didn’t talk to him for weeks.
He only weighed about 5 lbs, but I had to keep 45 lbs, of weights, on his cage top. Sometimes, it seemed like he could move that. So. I added another 10 lbs. He was incredibly strong, for his size. And when he was “hunting,” he would try to get out of his large aquarium.
He was funny. Sometimes, I would let him.crawl around, while I cleaned his cage. I always found him in the kitchen. White floors. And he would stop moving, and be like “I’m a stick.” It was comical. A 6 ft brown, and black snake, on white tile, trying to be camouflaged. He usually didn’t make it passed the closest A/C vent. Then he’d have to curl up, or “ball” and try to keep warm.
I sometimes miss him. He was intimidating, but was actually really nice. We spent years with him wrapped around my arms, and back. And he seemed to massage me. We would watch TV together. He always had his tail wrapped around my left wrist, and his body over my shoulders, and would rest his head, on my right hand. I know it’s improbable, but he seemed to enjoy watching TV. And like I said, he would like massage my shoulders. It was like a symbiotic relationship. He enjoyed the warmth of my body, and gave me a massage, in thanks.
The time he tried to kill me, I had just finished an hour or so, of Olympic free weights. I thought he’d enjoy the extra heat, my body was producing. He must have inadvertently mistook me, for a different animal, with my added heat signature. But he wouldn’t let go of my neck. I went into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. He was definitely trying to choke me, and he was looking at me, while he did it, like “die.” I showed him what a 300 lb man, could do to a 5 lb snake. He even bit me a few times, when I was removing him. Like I said, we had beef for awhile. But I forgave him.
I bet he’s still alive. Maybe 8 ft, by now, and thicker than my arm.
If you could keep him around, there wouldn’t be any rodent problems.
Monty was his name. You know, like Monty Python. I hope he’s doing well….