The day after his moulting, Python Dante ate a meal. I knew then that as long as he remained our pet, a series of nameless, cute rats will be paraded before our eyes ---only to be eaten by him. The rats' squeeks of terror are part and parcel of what it means to own Dante.
What do I remember from this particular feeding? The rat managed to scream longer. Its mouth wasn't enclosed in the folds of the Python's death grip as was the previous rat. We could see its eyes as it was asphyxiated. I did not notice them clouding-over in unconsciousness and death. As the rat was lifted by Dante in the process of being swallowed, I saw that it had dark poo remnants on its bottom. Likely the result of its overwhelming fear.
To my family's credit, we remained mostly silent during the feeding. There is nothing funny in the death of one creature to benefit and support another. Hmmm....sounds almost Biblical.
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