So I got a Ball Python in June I think? And spent a lot of time researching how to feed it, etc. I named him Nyet. He was a really chill ball python and really nice and cute.
Cue me not being able to keep up with taking care of anything.
Last week my nan noticed Nyet was really active and thought he was hungry and I was like "he's fine" and went back to gaming. I had fed him that Wednesday.
The next day I thought he might actually be hungry since I had gone a long period of time without feeding him previously due to the fact that ball pythons don't like to eat their food off the ground, apparently, so I had to dance a mouse around with some tongs. He ate well the first 2 times but this time he didn't eat. And I was like "fuck, wasted dad's money now cause I can't re-freeze this stupid mouse". And I glanced at his water bowl and it was empty and I was like "I'll fill it later".
I didn't refill it later. Turns out that he was looking for water and finding none when he was super active. The next day I went to fill the bowl because I was suddenly reminded of it by my shitty brain and went to fill it and he was sitting in the water bowl. I poured water in and he didn't react. I picked him up and he felt really stiff. It's just burned into my head that he was just sitting in his bowl wanting water, man. I'm just bawling my eyes out right now just thinking about it. He was just curled up, dying... and then he died.
That's when I knew he was dead, when I picked him up. His eyes were caved in from dehydration. I can see it clear as day in my mind's eye.
It was late at night but my dad had just used the restroom and I told him the snake was dead, he gave me a ziplock baggie to put him in for the night and today I just... tossed him over the fence in the backyard into the wild grass and stuff that's behind the house. I wanted to bury him but my dad wouldn't let me.
Fuckin autism/adhd. If I didn't feel like I had zero time to do anything I am sure I would have taken the two goddamn seconds out of my fucking day to give him water.
I was thinking about how I felt when I was trying to die, when I didn't eat or drink anything for 2 days last year and it was the fuckin worst.
All he knew was that he needed water... and there was none to be found.
Good god imagine if I had a fuckin kid. Christ almighty.
I'm going to get another snake when I can afford one though. Take better care of it next time. My dad asked me today when I was going to get another one, and I told him when I could afford it.
All he wanted was some FUCKING WATER man. Fuck. I'm such an idiot. A living goddamn thing died because of my negligence. God dammit. God damn it all to hell.
