Little story:
Daddy bred Mommy like a champ. Mommy swelled like she should. Great ovulation! Massive. Mommy shed 25 days later. A little later than normal, but not a record. Mommy is dark, just like she should be. Mommy does not sit on the heat preferring to sit on her shelf above the heat. This makes Grandpa, that's me, very nervous. I want her to sit on the heat like she is supposed to. She does not.
Half way through the gestation period she does not look very big. Still dark and still sitting on the shelf above the heater. Grandpa's hopes are turning to dreams. Day 100 after the P.O.S. comes around but she shows no sign of getting ready for a birth plus, to add insult to Grandpa's little injured ego, she is opaque. That's horrible. That's never happened. Day 104, still Grandpa checks, though he knows not why. She is still opaque. Grandpa is just about without hope at this point.
July 28th. It's day 109 and feeding day. Grandpa is running around with his 30 gallon garbage can half filled with steamy rats, handing them off to hungry mouths everywhere. Sure enough, she is peering over the edge of her shelf. Cleared up now. "OK, you bad girl." Grandpa gives her the rat she does not deserve. This gives Grandpa the chance to take a good look. Nope. Nothing up there. Just that disobedient, rambunctous, ungrateful our year old little girl who presumptuosly just demanded, and received, a jumbo rat.
An hour and a half later, Grandpa is making his rounds and looks in on the girl that had deceived him four months before. She is back from the edge of the shelf now forcing Grandpa to get the step ladder as that shelf is more than 7' off the floor. Grandpa peaks in the dirty acrylic door and sees her all stretched out and the Aspen moved around a bunch. Grandpa sees something and thinks to himself, "it can't be"... Now the old geezers heart is pumping. Pumping fast. Back down off the ladder to move it back a bit so he can open the door. Back up the ladder with the door open, sniff sniff... "is that what I think it is?" Grandpa thought, again to himself. He is a bit of a geezer but he doesn't talk to himself... much. Anyhow, flashlight in hand Grandpa gets a much better look this time. Sure enough! She is all done. You guessed it. The rat is gone. She is done with it. Not only that, but she is looking particularly lovely as she ate that rat and then shed. Both since Grandpa handed that tasty morsel over to her. Oh, and one more thing... Twelve live gooey baby Boas are back there too! What a hoot! It was a good day!
Here is the Mommy:
Here is the Daddy:
Not in the goo but less than an hour old:
Entire litter post shed:
Here is a baby:
Same litter, other babies:
I love taking pictures:
My favorite baby of 2007:
Seen enough yet?
A great litter that is, of course, mostly still living with Grandpa. Though the little rotten, actually Great Great Grand kids have that ungrateful, come on I wanna make you bleed attitude. Why is that?
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