I haven’t done a “Pollyanna” post in a while. This time last year I was doing a clucking mother hen impression as Pollyanna staged a seventeen week fast. I needn’t have worried, she’s doing fine, better than fine really, considering what she’s had to put up with in the last six months or so, she’s fantastic.
A normal royal python’s natural state is to hide, to exist in small confined spaces, a hiding snake is a happy snake (or so I’ve been told) .
Well, I’ve always thought normal to be more than a little overrated so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that my royal python doesn’t quite conform to the norm either.
At first, leading up to our move, Pollyanna put up with me using her bedroom as the packing room. Half of the furniture moved out so her viv was moved to the floor and then gradually moved higher again as it became stacked on a growing pile of packed boxes.
Then the movers arrived. Moved back to floor level again, she spent the last night in the house with us, our level of comfort was reduced to our bed, our sofa and the TV while everything else spent the night in the removal van, and Pollyanna spent a quiet night (once the removal men had gone), her viv back at floor level in the little bedroom.
Moving day arrived and I placed Pollyanna into a cotton pillowcase (the one from my pillow so that it smelled safe and familiar) and tied a knot in the end. She was then placed back into her viv, minus her toys so they wouldn’t fall, and the whole caboodle settled onto the back seat of the car.
We were quite lucky to be moving on a warm summers day, I placed the thermometer in clear view where I could check it and took with us a supply of those hand warmers which you can click to heat and then boil in a pan to reset.
She travelled pretty well, the temperature dipped to about 25° once and I brought it back up to a more comfortable level with the hand warmers. As soon as we arrived we took her upstairs to her new home and plugged the heater and thermostat back in to regulate her environment. Youngest Son-in-law’s Royal, William, travelled in this way when they moved house and he spent a couple of very normal days hiding in the safety of his pillowcase before eventually emerging to his new surroundings. Pollyanna on the other hand, was straight out of the pillowcase as soon as I undid the knot, then she climbed in and out, over and under her toys to see that I hadn’t lost any of them in the move.
Oh, did I mention that she was just about ready to shed and left me her pile of dirty washing in the corner of the viv on day two in our new home. She’s shed three times since we moved, all happy, comfortable, full sheds in one piece, another good sign.
Next we had new double glazing installed. Again, William, who is not really a fair comparison, spent a comfortable week of hiding in the airing cupboard in a familiar pillowcase while the windows with Youngest Daughter were being changed. I just covered Pollyanna’s viv with a big bath towel (as much for the one window fitter’s comfort as for Pollyanna’s) and she slept soundly each day and was her usual noisy exploring self each evening.
Pollyanna’s old viv was three feet long, and I’d planned to get her a four foot one once we had moved, however, you know very well what usually happens to my plans after the mice and men have had their way, the space for her new home was only just over the three feet so a rethink was needed.
Three feet wide was shorter than I’d hoped, but the area was almost three feet deep too so I set about looking for a new viv and eventually had one made for her, three feet wide, by two feet deep, and two feet high. A little more than the favourable spacer a normal royal python of her age and size, but her this is Pollyanna we’re talking about here.
For the first two or three weeks I thought I’d made a mistake, Pollyanna missed the first feed in her new viv and went back to curling up under her hide in the daytime, but again I needn’t have worried, in no time at all she made herself at home, she spends hardly any time in her hide now, preferring to sleep the day away between the various toys she has. And feeding ? I’ve cut her diet down to about every ten to fourteen days instead of weekly and she’s feeding fine.
I think she could do with a few more or just different toys to play with, or, since she enjoys climbing so much, maybe some sort of shelf to use the higher ceiling space she has. Fishtank ornaments are proving a little small for her now, so I have a few garden centre visits planned in the new year to see if I can come up with a few new ideas.
More from before : Playing with “Pollyanna“, my pet python.