Upon returning from my trip to Hungary this weekend, cleaning the snake cage was high on my wife’s list of "Honey Do's". Nothing brings you back down to earth like cleaning the snake cage. My wife and sons draw the line at feeding Mr. Snaky. It is my responsibility to clean the cage. For those of you who have never had the pleasure, snake cages smell something like... well the smell is indescribable.
Mr. Snaky is my only reptile pet. I want more but have been reluctant to buy any because Mr, Snaky bites so damn much. I have been bitten on the nose, fingers, cheeks, and ear. I love my snake, I really do, but he thinks I'm food. Mr. Snaky is also a “Musker”. His main defense mechanism is to spray musk from his anus when frightened. Trust me; you do not want to get any on your pants. Your dog will go crazy.
Mr. Snaky is an Albino King snake. He eats three to four mice every two weeks or one large rat ever three weeks. The rats scream like babies while they die. Of course, nobody told me this, or else I would have bought gold fish.
Mr. Snaky is expected to live for 20 to 30 years.
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I know what you're talking about -- cleaning snake cages ranks right up there with pulling hair out of a drain. Luckily, our snakes hibernate through the winter in an unheated portion of our house. No feeding and thus no pooping. A nice break. Of course, they will make up for it here shortly. The days are getting longer and they will getting out and about -- testy and ready to eat. We have four snakes that we use in educational programs: an eastern king snake, two corn snakes and a black rat snake.
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