I came home from work quite late last night to find my S. Nauta cruising around his viv. I went to bring him out, as I do most nights, and he was extra sassy. I figured, since it was 2am, it was technically feeding day. So, I picked him up and brought him to the next room, tossing a frozen/bagged mouse by his heat lamp to thaw while we explored the living room.
About 40 minutes later, we came back into my room (where his enclosure is located). He was in an extra curious mood, so I didn't think anything when he slithered down my leg, up my foot, and onto the bedpost. Except, he wasn't exploring anymore. Suddenly, he was on a mission. He cruised effortlessly across the foot of the bed, towards his enclosure, and reached for the top.
I barely jumped up in time to snatch the bagged mouse from his clutches. He snapped at the bag in my hand as if to say, "give it back!!" So, I took out the mouse (now thawed, but still not warm) and tossed it to him. He all but caught it in the air, as though he hadn't eaten 6 freaking days ago.
On top of that, of course he wedged himself way too close to his lamp for the entire process. I almost had a heart attack. I turned it off as soon as he got up there, but stayed nearby with the hook just in case.
Turns out I totally underestimated that feeding response!
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