Ugh Sorry LJ I needed to vent about this somewhere
So Lilly, the adorable adopted ball python, hasn't eaten since i got her. It's been four months! It's driving me CRAAAAAZY.
Her temps are good. 90 in the hot hide. 80 in the cool hide. Humidity is fine, between 40% and 70%. I'd think it was too low, but she did her last shed not only all in one piece, but her cracked eye caps have gotten better since I've acquired her!
And then it dawns on me as i walk across the room and i hear her cage fixture shake on top of the dresser...
Fucking floor vibrations.
They're probably stressing her out. Snakes are really sensitive to low vibrations, and i'm a fucking dip-shit for not thinking of this sooner. Uuuuugh. I feel awful.
This would be an easy-fix if we didn't live in a shitty small apartment. This room already has not only all my shit, but all of chris' shit... and since we share the apartment with my sister I can't exactly just put Lilly up in the living room where it's nice and quiet. Thaaaaat wouldn't go over well. So, instead, my current game plan is thus:
1. Go buy a new fish tank stand.
2. Move tank to the living room on said new stand.
3. Be really sad I can no longer fall asleep to the tanks peaceful sounds, or watch my fish play when i wake up :(
4. Take Lilly's cage from the wobbly ikea dresser to the nice solid wood desk the tank used to be on.
5. Lose my mind if that doesn't work
6. Keep talking about how i'm going to move out of this crappy mold-invested shit-apartment, but never actually do it because of "busy".
Or, skip all that; just burn down the ikea dresser and dance upon it's ashes.
Her temps are good. 90 in the hot hide. 80 in the cool hide. Humidity is fine, between 40% and 70%. I'd think it was too low, but she did her last shed not only all in one piece, but her cracked eye caps have gotten better since I've acquired her!
And then it dawns on me as i walk across the room and i hear her cage fixture shake on top of the dresser...
Fucking floor vibrations.
They're probably stressing her out. Snakes are really sensitive to low vibrations, and i'm a fucking dip-shit for not thinking of this sooner. Uuuuugh. I feel awful.
This would be an easy-fix if we didn't live in a shitty small apartment. This room already has not only all my shit, but all of chris' shit... and since we share the apartment with my sister I can't exactly just put Lilly up in the living room where it's nice and quiet. Thaaaaat wouldn't go over well. So, instead, my current game plan is thus:
1. Go buy a new fish tank stand.
2. Move tank to the living room on said new stand.
3. Be really sad I can no longer fall asleep to the tanks peaceful sounds, or watch my fish play when i wake up :(
4. Take Lilly's cage from the wobbly ikea dresser to the nice solid wood desk the tank used to be on.
5. Lose my mind if that doesn't work
6. Keep talking about how i'm going to move out of this crappy mold-invested shit-apartment, but never actually do it because of "busy".
Or, skip all that; just burn down the ikea dresser and dance upon it's ashes.