Mouse - it's what's for dinner.

So Snakey McSnakerson just accepted and wolfed down a mouse that I thawed out yesterday, then forgot about until just a minute ago. I'm blaming it on the fact that I've been dosing with NyQuil during the day, something that probably isn't recommended. Don't get me wrong - relief from whatever I have (cold/flu?) is great. But leaving mice thawed out on the kitchen counter (don't worry, it was on foil, not the counter) isn't that fun to discover.

I swear my snake is a bit blind, too. He struck at the prey and almost completely missed it... from about a half-inch from his face. Then he came wheeling back around with his mouth wide open and managed to barely miss his own neck coming back towards himself. Then he grabbed the mouse across the mouse's ribcage and stomach, between an arm and a leg. I guess because snakes don't have hands and don't use utensils, he had to spend about 5 minutes working his jaws slowly around to the head. Not your most impressive display, Snakey.

I'll keep you, my good reader, updated with Snakey's disposition towards his, shall we say, well-thawed meal and let you know if he tries to give it back.