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Maddy's Pet Problem

I began considering the prospect of owning a reptile about 6 months into quarantine in 2020. To put this whimsical thought into perspective, I am what you call an “unbiased animal lover.” I am not a cat-person or a dog-person or a bird-person – I love all animals big and small, slimy and soft. My mom, on the other hand, is very afraid of pretty much every variety of reptile. Which meant I grew up with very little knowledge on scaly pets. 

I started researching types of reptiles that would make good “starters” for the uninitiated like myself and found that there are two types of reptiles that are 1) mostly non-aggressive and 2) pretty easy to care for. Those reptiles were the ball python and bearded dragon.

So, I had my research done, it was time to break the news to my roommate. The problem was that when I moved into his home back in January of 2020, I had a single cat, Obi, and Chris isn’t the biggest fan of change.

My cat Bruce had run away months ago and I had just lost my kitten Hobbes. A few weeks into becoming roommates with Chris, I got a call from the Charleston Animal Society. 

Going from 1 to 3 cats

“Hi, is this Madison?” the woman on the phone asked. I confirmed my identity, a bit annoyed. I thought they were calling to ask for donations and I hate feeling guilty for saying “Sorry, ya girl is a broke bitch.” Instead, I was pleasantly surprised.

“Well, we had a call to pick up a stray from the Home Depot off Glenn McConnell Boulevard and we scanned him and your name came up.” The woman said, sounding a bit annoyed at my annoyance.

“Shut up,” I responded, a bit taken aback by my own word vomit. “You found BRUCE?!” I was so shocked I had to sit down. My roommate had come out of his room at this point and was staring at me, equally shocked. 

“Yes ma’am, we have your cat!” The woman on the phone was now excited, probably not used to lost pets actually reuniting with their owners. “We went ahead and gave him a full round of vaccinations because we weren’t sure if he was up to date. You can come pick him up free of charge!” 

“I’m on my way!” I said, leaping up off the sofa and hanging up the phone. Chris and I looked at each other for a moment.

“So uh,” I started, suddenly feeling nervous. I’d had conflicts since I moved away from my parents house with roommates who didn’t agree with my multiple cats. “I gotta go get my cat Bruce.” 

“Uh, okay,” Chris said cautiously.

That’s how I went from 1 to 2 cats overnight. 

Then I met Poe, about a year after Bruce came home. Poe was up for adoption as a rescue from a hoarding situation and I couldn’t resist. I have a mild obsession with orange cats and he was too damn cute to say no to. His adoption fee was $10 and he has brought nothing but joy and love to our home. 

So, how did we go from a home with 3 cats to a home with 3 cats and a snake? Well, it was easy. I just didn’t tell Chris about the snake.

The learning curve of snake ownership

I found Bellatrix at Petsmart and instantly fell in love. She was on sale, and I later learned that she’d been refusing to eat for weeks and they were concerned about her dying. So I got her at a bargain rate of $24.99 and brought her, the snake starter kit, and 50-gallon glass tank home. 

I snuck her into our house and set her tank up in my room. She bit me about 12 times that first day as I set up her hides (the lil rocks she can slither into to get some peace from the ever-watchful eye of my 3 cats), her decorations, and her water bowl.

Bellatrix was an angry snake for the first few weeks of having her. She constantly lashed out at my cats and me every time we came near the tank. I tried unsuccessfully to feed her the recommended tiny frozen rats and she turned her nose up at them, no matter what fun “internet tricks” I tried. She was a picky eater. Of course. 

I went to 4 different pet stores, looking for live food for her. No one would sell me (or even had in stock) a mouse to feed my starving snake. Frustrated with the smaller mom and pop shops (sorry, but c’mon I was desperate and trying to shop local), I finally gave up and went to a Petco and asked them if they’d sell me feeder mice. Jackpot. 

The associate working near the reptiles and rodents was the nicest man I’ve ever met at one of these big-brand pet stores. He empathized with my picky snake and recommended some smaller mice to try. I got one and took him home, and immediately the guilt of ending a tiny life creeped into my mind and heart. I stared down at this tiny idiot of an animal as it pooped in every square inch of the box he was in. I had to feed my snake. 

Feeding time

So, I ignored the internet’s recommendations of using tongs to feed the live mouse to Bellatrix because I was scared his tail would fall off. (I mean, this poor mouse is about to die, let him have his dignity too.) I dropped him into her tank and shut the lid and sat back on my bed to watch. It was instant. I blinked and he was gone. She snapped him up and killed him immediately, wrapping her too-thin body around his and squeezing tightly. It was brutal, but in the “nature is fucking metal” kind of way. 

I felt the most difficult-to-describe feelings in that moment. I was simultaneously ecstatic that Bellatrix finally ate, yet heartbroken at the tiny heart that had to stop beating to make that happen.

Owning a snake is like having a front row seat and direct hand in nature’s cycles. It is both thrilling and terrifying.

After that, I got more comfortable feeding live mice to Bellatrix and would leave her alone with the mouse to hunt. She’s finally reached the proper weight for her size (which is about 2 feet now) and Chris wasn’t as angry as I thought he’d be about having another pet. 

When he found out he just looked at me annoyed and said “Maddy, why?” I just shrugged and said “Why not?” And that was that.

God, I’m so lucky to live with someone so understanding.

If I had to go back and change anything about this adventure, it would definitely be to allow Chris the opportunity to weigh in on buying a snake. I felt so guilty and a little dirty for hiding Bellatrix from him that I bought him dinner for the next several weeks (and some PBR, because why not).

I’ll leave you with this final bit of advice: owning a snake is a lot like owning a plant. Pay attention to their symptoms of hunger and be patient and calm. Like plants, snakes don’t really have feelings. They are little dinosaurs without legs. They are here to hunt and sleep and poop. (Boy the poop was not something I was prepared to see.)