When we came back from NM we brought with us a little black headed desert kingsnake. His name is bi'tsee'tsee clizhiin--Navajo for "his head is black." I may have talked about it before. Michael can't get his tongue around the Navajo so we call him 'Zee.' He is a very slender little snake and his head is only about as big as the tip of my little finger. And he is a very picky eater!
We had gotten him some mice fuzzies when he wouldn't eat one of the half grown mice we already had from Michael's snake who had died. When that batch of fuzzies was gone, Notah insisted that he could take a hopper--the half grown mouse. Well, I've got news for him. Zee absolutely refused to even try to eat that hopper. I told him it was too big and Zee confirmed it. Fuzzy mice are only about the size of the first joint on my thumb and Zee was adamant that those were the biggest he could possibly swallow. lol
It took us several days to get over the Captive Born Reptiles and buy him a supply of fuzzies. He faithfully hunted every night just after dusk and every morning just before sunrise... He checked out every corner of his tank and even the top corners. Over under and around the rocks and under the papers, he went every where. Then last night there was a mouse right on top of the rock! He checked it out pretty carefuly before he took it. But he didn't mess around with the second one. That baby went right down!
He has eight more to eat by the end of this month or the first of next when he goes into hibernation for the winter.
There you go. More than you ever wanted to know about our pet snake.