DollysMom
It never gets old!
I'm a few days past one month of cornsnake motherhood.
I just handled Dolly. What a far cry it is from my first attempted handling where I was skittish and ended up with a terrified little snake that, I hate to admit, gave me a baby snake bite. Of course, I was more concerned for Dolly's teeth than for my finger. I had handled snakes from time to time, but never such a baby and I know I was afraid of hurting him, so I was probably even more nervous than he was.
At least it was not my first bite; I had been bitten by an adult garter snake years. This was nothing compared to that, and that wasn't much except for the fear of infection.
After that first handling mistake on my part, I decided to take it more slowly. I did the first couple of feelings in viv on the lid of the deli cup Dolly came home in. I only attempted to handle once a week and made sure it was brief and positive.
Now, I'm up to handling three or four times week and the sessions are 5 to 10 minutes once a day (no handling until his mouse meal is digested). Dolly is calm and I am calm. He doesn't try to run and his movements are slow and deliberate as are mine. I can now really examine him all over too, which I believe is important to stay ahead of any possible health issues. He has the most beautiful checkers on his belly and now I get to see them whenever I handle him.
He doesn't even posture as to strike. He doesn't run. He may not come out to greet me as I've read that some corns do, but he is entirely nice to handle.
The first week I had some doubts as to my ability interact with this little guy, especially after I didn't handle the first handling well; but now, every time I interact with him it is a happiness.
There is no real point to this post other than to share the growth and joy of this first month. A lot of people don't understand owning a snake, no less having affection towards and working with one as a pet. Here, I know it is understood.
I just handled Dolly. What a far cry it is from my first attempted handling where I was skittish and ended up with a terrified little snake that, I hate to admit, gave me a baby snake bite. Of course, I was more concerned for Dolly's teeth than for my finger. I had handled snakes from time to time, but never such a baby and I know I was afraid of hurting him, so I was probably even more nervous than he was.
At least it was not my first bite; I had been bitten by an adult garter snake years. This was nothing compared to that, and that wasn't much except for the fear of infection.
After that first handling mistake on my part, I decided to take it more slowly. I did the first couple of feelings in viv on the lid of the deli cup Dolly came home in. I only attempted to handle once a week and made sure it was brief and positive.
Now, I'm up to handling three or four times week and the sessions are 5 to 10 minutes once a day (no handling until his mouse meal is digested). Dolly is calm and I am calm. He doesn't try to run and his movements are slow and deliberate as are mine. I can now really examine him all over too, which I believe is important to stay ahead of any possible health issues. He has the most beautiful checkers on his belly and now I get to see them whenever I handle him.
He doesn't even posture as to strike. He doesn't run. He may not come out to greet me as I've read that some corns do, but he is entirely nice to handle.
The first week I had some doubts as to my ability interact with this little guy, especially after I didn't handle the first handling well; but now, every time I interact with him it is a happiness.
There is no real point to this post other than to share the growth and joy of this first month. A lot of people don't understand owning a snake, no less having affection towards and working with one as a pet. Here, I know it is understood.