I would rather live my dreams and dream my nightmares than live my nightmares and dream my dreams.
Maybe someday.
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I would rather live my dreams and dream my nightmares than live my nightmares and dream my dreams.
Maybe someday.
Can proudly say I’ve never done any of those.
Maybe I’m weird though…
doubt-thou-thestarsarefire asked: I appreciate your concern for the welfare of my snake. But what I would appreciate even more is if you would not insult my ability to care for her when you do not know the whole story behind a picture.
Then would you care to explain it? Because that just looks like poor pet husbandry to me.
Om nom nom nom nom
Beautiful Rosy, but all of that.. calci-sand? Is eventually going to be fatal when ingested with the rodent like that.
please, if you’re going to insist on housing your boa on sand, AT LEAST TAKE IT OUT TO FEED IT.
Poor guy :-(
It’s recommended to always remove your snake for feeding, not just on certain substrates
I know. But considering they are keeping it on calcisand I expect they don’t care that much. If you’re going to care for your pets improperly I’d rather a pet that can’t be handled due to improper feeding practice rather than a dead pet. Choosing my battles here. Either way they should not have this snake.
Om nom nom nom nom
Beautiful Rosy, but all of that.. calci-sand? Is eventually going to be fatal when ingested with the rodent like that.
please, if you’re going to insist on housing your boa on sand, AT LEAST TAKE IT OUT TO FEED IT.
Poor guy :-(
SCIENCE!
science has figured out how to open a portal to hell
It’s Cthulhu!!!!!!!!
- sand
- alcohol or lighter fluid
- sugar
- Mix 4 parts powdered sugar with 1 part baking soda.
- Make a mound with the sand. Push a depression into the middle of the sand.
- Pour the alcohol or other fuel into the sand to wet it.
- Pour the sugar and baking soda mixture into the depression.
- Ignite the mound, using a lighter or match.
Oh tumblr, what would we do without you.
REBLOGGING AGAIN FOR THE EXPLANATION
Oh boy how I love getting the 3rd degree for shit I have no involvement in…
This cutie was in our yard the other day. He was hiding from us and peeked his little head around the corner. SO ADORABLE. My mom named him buttons.