A couple of people are condoning this behavior with this man who regularly free handles his hots by saying ‘he’s very gentle’ and ‘he’s just giving him nice pets’.
This is a King Cobra. (Ophiophagus hannah) Do NOT free handle king cobras. I do not condone it and I will explain to you why. They are the longest venomous snake (maximum being 18ft, but 13ft is usually average) and are capable of striking out at 1/3 of their distance and holding nearly half of their body in the air (that’s 4ft of striking distance and 6.5ft that they can hold themselves vertically). They are a massive animal, and easily the most intelligent snake I have ever had the pleasure of working with.
Their venom is not the most toxic in the world, but it’s nothing to scoff at and probably one of the more dangerous hots people keep in captivity. The venom is neurotoxic with a special toxin called a haditoxin, unique to kings. This has some medical properties but it also means you need king cobra antivenom specifically, whereas some snake bites can be treated with more general (less expensive) antivenoms. The LD50 Toxicity is 1.31mg/kg intravenously. If you don’t understand LD50 it’s basically smaller numbers are worse, because it’s how little of the toxin you need to kill 50% of tested individuals (usually mice). The LD50 of Arsinic is 15mg/kg. Cottonmouth is 25.8mg/kg intravenously. King cobras are certainly toxic, considering they will inject up to 7ml of venom (usually 200-500mg). For a 150lb person (68kg) they need 89mg to be lethal.
“Dry bites” are something that doesn’t really happen. Scientifically there’s not a lot of evidence for it and it’s mostly hearsay. Every person I know that has been bitten by a venomous snake has needed antivenom. It can happen rarely that not a lot of venom is injected but even the action of biting will expel venom to some degree.
The more intelligent a snake (and yes, different species do have different degrees of intelligence) the LESS predictable those snakes are. There’s a reason king cobras are not chosen often by snake charmers (even with mouths sewed shut). Monocled and other true cobras are more predictable. The scariest thing to me about king cobras is their ability to recognize specific people an act differently towards different humans. That’s a level of recognition that isn’t often evident in reptiles.
Let’s talk a little about Grace Olive Wiley.
She was one of the first women in the Herpetological field and did a lot for the field. While I appreciate all she did and her work, she was incredibly careless. She was a strong voice for venomous snakes and said that just because a snake was venomous didn’t mean it was inherently more aggressive. This is absolutely true! The problem is that even the most docile and regularly handled snakes (venomous or not) can and sometimes do bite. There is always a risk there because animals, even the generally most predictable, can turn or have a bad moment. It’s why reptile educators prepare for it every single day even with animals we’ve known for decades. There’s ALWAYS a chance. Unfortunately for Grace Olive Wiley, she passed away when this chance happened and her Indian cobra bit and killed her in 1948. An animal she was comfortable with and knew for years.
Don’t free handle venomous snakes. Don’t risk your lives when it is entirely unnecessary, and don’t risk the hobby and the dangerous image you could possibly create for snakes. They’re feared enough and enough accidents happen with properly-handled hots.
(P.S. I’ve seen a ‘venomoid’ green mamba produce venom when biting a hook and there is research to suggest venom glands regrow. So if it’s a venomoid, which it doesn’t look to be from first glance, it’s still not safe.)
There’s been some suggestions around tumblr, based on shading, that this is actually CGI. Something about the (lack of) shading on the underside of the snake on the 1st GIF, plus the uniformity of the matte surface on the other gifs, makes me think that might be the case.
I’ve seen these suggestions too. It’s not CGI. I’ve seen videos of this person before and he posts them publicly. Nothing about the pictures looks off to me, but I am used to seeing snakes like that move. They are naturally very smooth in their movements, it doesn’t mean it’s fake.
A few people were wondering what Grace is holding in the picture. It’s a picture of her holding “Queen”, her female king cobra.
(Also hah on the HoTs thing. I’m a healer, myself. I’m just used to using both in different places..)
(This post is from my old account, which I deleted. It happened a year ago, but the message is still the same, so I will reblog it again in his memory. If this can help anyone, It will be worth it)
For everyone that didn’t know me before hand, this little cuddle thing here is my boy, Jormundgandr.
Jor perished two days ago. There’s nothing that we could do to help him, I’m not asking for “likes” or “follows”, but I want to explain his story. I adopted him when he was barely 30cm long. He was a Python Regius, a specie around 165cm in his adulthood. He was a baby, but even then most people considered him dangerous. Because he was a snake. Because snakes have no feelings. Because pythons are stressed easily. Almost everybody told me to keep him in his terrarium almost constantly, but it seemed unfair to me. Instead of keeping the terrarium in the humidity and heat necessary to him, I heated the entire room, so Jor could roam all over the place. His favorite spots were in my lap when I was reading or around my headbed when we were sleeping.
The first time I put him in the bureau to sleep, he grabbed a plushie and threw it to the ground. Hearing the noise, I went to see what happened, and immediately he leaped right into my arms, so I had to put him in my headrest. It being summer in my city, the temperature was adequate to him, so I promptly began to go everywhere with him, as he wouldn’t let go of my hair or clothes.
I travelled with him in the subway, went to the bank, to the supermarket, to take a drink… He usually went around my neck like a necklace or entangled himself in my hair or around my ponytail.
While I sat, he would cuddle with me. Most people were curious about a snake in the subway or in a café, but instead of becoming stressed, as he had been in the streets since a baby, he let everyone pet and grab him, sometimes even prompting himself strangers to initiate the contact. His behaviour towards me was very expressive. He recognized me out of everyone. When he was sleepy, he came to me. When he was thirsty, he told me. Sometimes he didn’t want people to pet him and he literally jumped into my arms. Jor didn’t like people touching his head, but let me kiss him on the mouth every time I was very happy or a bit nostalgic. He promptly began to sense my mood-swings and came over to me when I was a bit sad. But the most surprising was the time he sneaked on my (pun intended) friend’s cat. He saw him and wanted to play. Of course, the feline scratched him, playfully. But he didn’t bite, he didn’t attack, only curled himself up very scared. We went running to the vet, and he was fine, only a bit scratched. Only then the man noticed a little bite in his neck, from the mice that he was supposed to eat. He was so fucking docile that his own food attacked him instead of the opposite! But his scales were very bright, sign of healthy and happiness, the wounds cured quickly. But that wasn’t the surprise. When I entered the room where jor was being examined, he was curled in a little ball of misery, and then I approached him, crying. When the snake sensed my touch, uncurled, stretched his neck and deposited his little mouth to my lips, as he ever did when he felt my sadness. Jor made this same movement every time he saw me cry… And not only this. He ate with me, bathed with me, and even slept with me. Three different vets said to me that jormundgander was convinced I was his mom. In the last comic convention in my city, where I had a little shop, he came and stayed with me all day.
He was on the table, playing with the merchandise, cuddling with people and letting us dress him in little cosplays.
When tired he would simply hide in my mobile case for an hour or so and then came out again (unless there was a cat, he was terrified of them after the incident).
That day he decided that it wasn’t worth the trouble to drink from a bottle cap and began to drink directly from my lips. But a few days ago, he couldn’t breathe. Only then we found out that the little bite in his neck had healed, but let a minor infection inside him that expanded to his lungs. He was so happy all the time that his scales never faded as it happens with sick serpents and none suspected anything. And even when he was dying, with me crying as I held him in my arms, even when he was barely moving and didn’t let anyone touch him (when capable of moving), he cuddled in my lap, searching with his head to touch my skin and made little movements as if to say that he was fine. So for all the dickhead people outta here that think those animals are dangerous by birth, that they had no feelings nor are they capable of getting attached. What about all the cuddling, the baths, the shiny scales? The kisses when I was sad? Am I supposed to believe that this all was a misinterpretation? That what all the fucking people around me saw was an illusion? So I will only say one thing to everyone that says and thinks that snakes have no sentiments: That’s BULLSHIT! Maybe his feelings are way more primitive than ours, or that of dogs, but those are feelings nonetheless, and they matter. So this is the story of Jormurgander, the evidence that if you show your love to them since youth, they will return your feelings, and will be as loyal and lovely as any other pet.
Rest in peace, little Jor. I’m sure noone that has met you in your life will forget you.
First off, I’m so sorry that you’ve lost your snake. Normally I wouldn’t do this. Normally I wouldn’t invade somebody’s grief with an agenda, but what’s gone on here is very much a cautionary tale and I’d be frankly remiss if this gets traction with so much misinformation about snakes. I don’t want somebody to see this post and do what you did. This post poses a danger to other first-time snake owners. Everything you did, everything you did for your snake was dangerous. The sad fact is that this wouldn’t have happened if you had followed the care sheets and paid attention to the natural history and lifestyle of the species you chose to own. Instead, you treated him like an animal he is not- a human. I don’t doubt for one instant the love you had for your snake, but there’s a reason he died young and that reason was totally avoidable errors in husbandry. You literally loved your snake to death. Everything in your story is dangerous to snakes. Everything. I was hoping that much of it was exaggerated because had you really seen three vets who knew anything about reptiles, they would have told you that what you were doing was dangerous.
Let’s start with your basic husbandry. Ball pythons are from tropical Africa. They need high humidity and warm ambient temperatures. I really don’t think your room could support that. The warm end of his thermogradient needed to be a constant 95 degrees Fahrenheit. Can you honestly tell me you maintained 60% humidity and 95 degree temperatures in your bedroom? There’s a reason we keep ball pythons in terraria. It’s so we can provide safe and healthy microclimates for them. It’s so that we can control their world so that they are healthy. By forcing your snake to sleep with you and interact with you so constantly, you were taking away his ability to choose what part of a regulated microclimate he was existing in; you were forcing him to exist in this strange, uncomfortably dry world. I don’t know if you ever kept him in his terrarium- you didn’t say- but I do know that forcing him to sleep with you (instead of letting him roam around a nice big terrarium as a nocturnal animal would like to do) was extremely unhealthy. I’m going to guess that even though you say it was summer where you were he was chilly most of the time. And uncomfortable. Most of the time ball pythons like to climb, but you say he was constantly on you, cuddling. The cuddling? That’s not cuddling. When humans touch, it triggers a wave of oxytocin, the “bonding hormone.” It makes us feel good and happy.
Snakes don’t produce oxytocin.
What was happening was that you were warm. Your body temperature is 98.6 degrees, which is very cosy for a ball python. He wasn’t hugging you, he was leaching your body heat.
You taking him out in public was dangerous as well. What if some café owner had seen him and panicked and called Animal Control? Even if he’s an emotional support animal (which you did not mention him being), you don’t actually have the legally protected right to take him anywhere except on an airplane. He could have gotten sick from all the public contact. You say he wasn’t stressed, but how do you know? What do you think the stress behaviors of a ball python are?
It was also dangerous to ever allow him around a cat. Cats have gram-negative bacteria in their saliva. This gets under their claws and multiplies as they groom. Gram-negative bacteria have a protective layer that makes it harder for the immune system to fight off. As for his mice biting him… Why weren’t you feeding him frozen prey? Did you try? Let me guess, he refused to eat the frozen mice. He wasn’t not eating because he was docile, he wasn’t eating because he was constantly stressed. Snakes don’t eat when they’re scared or uncomfortable with their environment.
The shiny scales? Your snake had stuck shed. It’s not healthy for a snake to have a stuck shed. Stuck sheds are a sign of improper humidity or temperatures.
The baths were also a mistake. Snakes can’t thermoregulate like we do, so whatever temperature the water is at is what they’re stuck with. And we humans tend to run water much hotter than a snake is comfortable with. In general, you shouldn’t run the water for a snake’s bath (which should only happen rarely and when necessary- like if they have a stuck shed or crawled through their poop) any warmer than lukewarm- it should only feel mildly warm on the inside of your wrist. Tub cleaning chemicals and the chemicals in soap are also toxic to snakes, and if he consumed any of the water, even by accident, he could have fallen ill- which could have contributed to his demise.
And now I need to tell you about anthropomorphism, which is the primary reason I’m reblogging this post. Bad husbandry is correctible, but what’s really dangerous here is this mindset that your snake is as emotionally sophisticated as you think he is. Snakes don’t feel love. They can’t. They’re physically incapable of feeling love. They have emotions- aggression, curiosity, comfort- but they don’t love. You have attributed distinctly human emotions to an animal that literally does not have the brain structure or hormonal presence to feel these things. Even a mammal wouldn’t display many of the behaviors you attribute to this snake’s conscious decisions. Snakes can’t read your mind. They can maybe pick up on some body language- if you’re big and threatening, the snake will be scared, for instance, but he wasn’t picking up on your mood swings. He was just a snake doing snakey things. But by reading into his behavior with these human emotions, you created this image of a snake in your mind that’s more akin to the behavior of a snake in a fantasy novel. Snakes have emotions, but not the ones attributed in this post.
That snake didn’t think you were his mum. Ball pythons have no interactions with their parents post-hatching and there’s no evidence that they even recognize their parents. Snakes scatter pretty quickly because adult snakes of many species will eat baby snakes. I don’t actually believe that three vets told you in earnest that you were his mum- and if they did, I’d like their names so that the reptile community can know that these vets support dangerous anthropomorphism and make their veterinary choices accordingly. Responsible vets would never tell you that it’s ok to free-roam a ball python in a bedroom.
The kisses? Weren’t kisses. They were just your snake booping you with his face. My snake does that too and it’s not because he loves me, it’s because my mouth smells interesting and he’s curious. Snakes are gloriously curious and that’s part of the charm of owning one- to see how their natural behaviors allow them to thrive in our care. That’s if we provide what they need for their existence. There are millions of happy, healthy pet ball pythons in this world and none of them are sleeping with their owners. Instead, they’re living in terraria. They’re not jumping into their owners’ arms or kissing them on the lips; they’re engaging in natural behaviors in an unnatural environment and exploring things to satisfy their own curiosity, not your emotional needs.
So, yes. This was a misinterpretation. This was you placing human emotions on a snake. Everybody makes mistakes, but I just feel that had you read a single care sheet and thought for a moment about why the widely-accepted care practices are so widely accepted, this tragedy would not have happened. I hope you take this into consideration before buying another animal because keeping a snake this way will only end in the same emotionally devastating results. I know this hurts to hear- I know you really, truly loved your snake and you did what you thought was best for him. But sometimes what we think is the best because of our emotions isn’t the best for their care. Their physical well being depends on us. They can’t make choices about their care- they are pets. They don’t have that agency. It’s up to us as pet owners to do what’s right, and sometimes that means putting our emotions and desires aside for the sake of their physical health. Trust me, nobody knows that better than me. I lived this.
This is Kaiju. The love of my life. The best thing that’s ever happened to me.
She’s an Argentine black and white tegu, and I thought that I could free-roam her safely and happily. I set things up so that she had humid hides, hot spots, everything. This decision was made with what I thought was her best interest in mind- I thought that because she’s a big, active lizard that free-roaming would be good for her.
And then I saw this.
And I almost threw up when I did. This is an x-ray of Rex, a tegu who had been free-roamed for much longer than Kaiju. His owners treated him like a king- they gave him what he wanted to eat and let him roam and live with them like part of the family. But this took a toll on Rex, a price paid by his arthritic joints and digestive system and kinked spine. A price he could have paid with his life. I knew then that even though I was trying so hard to take good care of my baby, she was going to suffer if I kept things up. So I went out and got an enclosure and got honest with myself about what she really needed and got over my own ego and ideas to provide what was best for her, not me.
I’m so sorry to be the bearer of this bad news, but it’s the truth. We choose to bring these animals into our home; we take them and we make them ours, and providing the proper environment for them to thrive is the least we can do. This is truly the danger of anthropomorphism; when you start attributing these impossible emotions to your pets, you run the risk of forgetting who and what they really are.
I’m really sorry for your loss, OP, but I’m afraid @kaijutegu is completely right. Everything you did for your snake out of misplaced love killed it. Even in the few pictures you’ve provided, I see layers of layers of stuck shed, he’s covered in bite marks from his mice, he’s horridly underweight…
The thing is? I do the things I do for my ball python out of love. It’s because I love Kirill like a son that I keep him in his enclosure, that I neurotically check his temperature and humidity, that I feed him frozen/thawed and I don’t touch him AT ALL for days after he eats, because I know what I want and what he needs are often different things.
If you’d taken your bap to even one reputable herp vet, they would have torn you a new one for the horrible husbandry practices you’ve been doing. You’ve consistently put your desires over the snake’s wellbeing - you had a narrative in your head about how he ‘really liked’ this or that, with no idea what he chemically is capable of feeling, let alone what his species actually needs. In spirit, this is very similar to vegan humans putting their cats on a vegan diet, and telling everyone how much little kitkit loves her tofu as the kitten slowly starves to death.
Please, don’t pat yourself on the back for doing a service to the public image of snake owners, or snakes-as-pets. You’ve been parading around a sick and dying animal and letting gross strangers put their germy hands all over him.
If you love your animals this deeply and this passionately, you need to be doing what is best for them, not what makes you feel the best. You had zero experience in the care and keeping of an exotic animal, and you ignored the advice of every expert in favor of what you wanted. And now you don’t have your friend anymore. And yes, that loss really sucks - but it sucks more for your snake, who was robbed of a happy, healthy life.
I’m gonna bring this back - we’ve shared it before - even though it’s often a catalyst for drama. It’s that important.
Yes, it’s a harsh set of responses to a death - but so many people were sharing the original post for the warm fuzzies and accidentally perpetuating husbandry myths that would kill so many more snakes. I stand by
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After one exhausting week and tons of feedback from paleonerds and graphic designers, the cladograms are finally here! These cladograms explain the relationships between notable genera within the group Sauria which encompasses all modern reptiles including birds.
The PDF version is available by donation here, and merchandises such as posters and stickers will be made available as soon as the accuracy of data is fully confirmed. Bookmark the link to my store or stay in touch with me to find out more.
The Fire Skink (Riopa fernandi), also known as the True Fire Skink or Togo Fire Skink, is an average sized skink, a type of lizard. They are a beautiful species known for their bright and vivid coloration. Native to Western Africa, they live fifteen to twenty years. This species is a diurnal lizard that love to burrow and hide. They are relatively shy and reclusive, but may grow to become tame in captivity
These are Wall Lizards(Podarcis muralis), a non-native species probably deliberately introduced. This colony has been recognized since 2004, and it’s believed they originate from the Italian variety. Wall Lizards aren’t thought to be harmful to our native species at the moment, although more research is needed. The Wall Lizard Project is working on studying these colorful reptiles in the UK.
These two were quite tricky to photograph as they were behind a chain-link fence. They’re also very skittish and run off at the slightest movement. The smaller one definitely knew I was there as it kept looking at me, but it wasn’t too bothered so long as I kept still.
