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Oh yeah...now that their bellies are full, they adore me again.

The Pythons eat on a 5-7 day schedule and the Boas are *supposed* to eat twice a month [preferably once] but I have a hard time denying them.

Brom [aka Bob] the Colombian male sulks on his deck, looking as pitiful as possible while Dixie, the Dumerils Boa takes an entirely different tack.

She is usually balled up in her house like a lazy slob and I rarely see her...until she gets food on her mind.

Then, her head peaks out and she looks like some mutant turtle.
If I ignore that subtle signal, out comes a foot or two of neck.

If that doesn’t get her supper, she crawls up on her deck and pointedly displays herself to maximum advantage.

After two days of that window dressing, she starts the active “Ahm’a Cobra!” stalking and posing.

She’ll raise herself up the full length of the 2 foot high condo and sway and stalk me.

I reckon she thinks I’m woefully obtuse and it never crosses her mind that I’m actually -ignoring- her.

[overfeeding a relatively sedentary snake is bad for their health but she wants to eat 24/7]

Hubby only agreed to me buying her because at 7 YO, she was only 5 feet and theoretically ‘maxed out’, lengthwise.

Oh well.
That was 2 feet ago.

Brom/Bob has also added at least 2 feet to his former 5 1/2.

Meh.

They’re snuggle bunnies so what the heck.

I can’t say enough good things about pet rats.

I’ve had some extremely brilliant ones who learned to do tricks and some who were constant companions who rode in the hood of my jacket when I went shopping and were bright enough to duck down if somebody came close enough that they might be seen.

Years ago I had an English Cocker and he was in his bed in the hallway and I heard him make a weird a noise and then come racng into the LR, freaking out.

As he made a flying leap for the sofa, I could see my albino female, “Rat Woman” upside down on his belly, firmly gripping his fur.

She really like to mess with my dogs’ heads.

I had a Black Berkshire male anmed Rex who was a true showman.

I had “enriched environments” for them and his house had a metal rod with plastic practice golf balls threaded onto it and if he saw me coming near his house, he’d spin them wildly with his little hands and the more I laughed, the more he’d move about and spin them.

He looked like Jerry Lee Lewis playing the piano.

The *dumbest* thing I ever did was hang brass bells from chains in everybody’s houses.

They’d ring the bells and naturally, I’d come running to see them doing it and soon enough, they learned that if they rang the bells, the “servant” would show up at their beck and call.

That went on for about 3 weeks and when I started *not* showing up, they’d take their hands and -slam- the bells against the sides of their cages.

The bells got taken out soon after.

[which caused them to lob rat chow at me for a while until they got over the loss of the servant bells]