This is a very commonplace thing with the two species. And one reason why I greatly prefer working with the giant, yet easy going burmese over just about any species of boa. I love the boas equally well, but they are just such a pain in the @rse. I have more trouble moving a 4 or 5 foot, 1 pound amazon tree boa from one arboreal stick mount to another, than I could ever have moving a 13 foot, 150 pound female burmese across a snake room, through a door, into an adjacent breeding room, and into another cage. Sure a big burm weighs 150 times what the little arboreal devil weighs, but they are so easy going and relaxed that they are almost problem free. At best they may tip a water crock with their tail when I go to first pull them out. But usually the only trouble I have with them is that once out they don't want to go back in and will keep insisting on coming back out. When I first read Rott's post that I probably had some stories about problem burms going back into cages,.... I searched my mind and drew a blank. I can't remember a single time that a burm grabbed me tight when I was attempting to put her (or him) back. Rock pythons now,..... they're cool snakes,.. but they do have their weird moments. If anyone wants to hear about them and some of their quirks let me know and I'll begin a new thread.
The funniest story concerning a burmese that I can think of took place back in the mid 80's. I was breeding pythons and boas and had a lot of big burmese. Most of the females averaged about 12 feet and maybe 90 pounds or so, but one particularly big female (What I considered "big" then) was about 14 feet and easily 160 pounds. This was a relatively young girl at only 4 years old. I fed all my snakes a lot back then and she got two 12 pound rabbits per week, or about six 4 pound chickens, whichever was available. Anyhow,... I was always very obsessed with keeping very accurate records then and measuring and weighing everything each week. I had this big old scale that I used to stand on while holding the big snakes and then I would weigh myself to get the snake's weight. I was in the process of weighing "Silvia" when my girlfriend came over. She entered the snake room dressed in a very nice dress that she had bought to go to her sister's wedding that day. (She had wanted me to see the dress). So as she came in I was atop the scale, with Sylvia across my shoulders, and half of her body lifted up in my left hand and arm, and the other half lifted off the ground in my other hand and arm (to prevent any part of her touching the ground and causing a mis-read). Anyway, Sylvia's latter half was toward my girlfriend over by the door. My girlfriend said to me, "Wait, her tail is still touching the floor over here." (or something like that). So I lifted that side ever higher, making darn sure that her tail was clearly a couple of feet above the floor, looking like some kind of an awkward Jesus on a cross constructed of fat pythons, lol. So when I was sure that Silvia was completely off the floor I told my girlfriend to read the scale. So she bend low to read the old dial and this was when Sylvia released about 20 pounds of digested rabbit (feces) and urine. ALL OVER MY GF AND HER BRAND NEW, BEAUTIFUL DRESS! Just 20 or 30 minutes before she was supposed to be at the wedding! Now,.. I felt just HORRIBLE. I really did. My girlfriend looked up and screamed and she burst into tears. I was still holding the big snake and I felt awful, but it was simultaneously so funny that I couldn't stop myself from laughing. It was a terrible moment. I felt horrible, but couldn't stop laughing. My GF ran screaming and crying from the room and out of the house. I was still laughing, though trying not to, and trying to put Sylvia away so I could catch my GF before she left so I could apologize. No dice, she was gone in a flash and I was left to wallow in my guilt for laughing as my girl got dumped on by a giant snake, on the day she looked her best, while heading for her sister's wedding. It couldn't have been worse. Amazingly, we spoke later that day and she was actually very understanding and not mad at me. We made up and all was well,.. but to this day I feel TERRIBLE that I couldn't control myself at that moment.
Anyhoo,. that's my funniest burmese-related story
>>Hahaha, funny you say that my boa does that to me all the time, she is a stong little devil, she is only 4ft, but my burm who is now 8ft, actually is totally different, when she is out or going back in her cage to my boa wraps on everything and stays there, as my burm just sits there, like a log, I just put her in, no problems. But I have heard stories from people who have had situations with there burms getting them back in or even holding them. I am sure Brian has a few.
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