I called AC (animal control) today...it was not fun. At all.
I posted on CL about possibly wanting some herp supplies, I ended up driving a little ways becuase a local said he had some racks for sale and some snakes I *might* want to gander at. I figured I might buy the rack if I like it and keep him down a 'network' sort of ya know? FUCK THAT TO PIES!
I got out of the car and asked him nicely for his full name and told him my own. He said his name was Steve then rambled about feeders and asked If I need some first becuase they were in the guest house. Said sure, why not, lets see what you have. When the doors opened the smell of ammonia burned my nose and eyes. I actually cried it was so damn bad. I could almost taste it...
I saw about 4 very dark racks about 7 shelves tall jimmied out of several walmart like closet organizer bins. I thought hopefully this guys only has 1.2 or ever smaller in each. Maybe those are just Mums and pinkies? EIGHT ADULT RATS IN EACH. Thats not even counting the pinkies and the crawlers. Holy fuck. Worse yet, THERE WAS NO BEDDING. Nothing. At all. Just plastic to SHIT, PISS AND SIT/SLEEP IN. The white rats were orange and yellow soaking with urine and liquid feces! I counted 5 DROWNED, I say again, DROWNED IN URINE pinkies one drawer. 6 smashed to nothing becuase they couldn't not step on them.
Ok so I know they are rats. BUT WTF????!!! I offered to go out to a feed store nearby and BUY him a big fucking of aspen. I brought up toilet paper too. God just ANYTHING! Could you imagine giving birth in a 1 cm pool of urine and the sting of a gaping open wound being soaked in feces, urine and smashed up carcasses? I offered to buy the bedding for him gently and tried hard to be nonchalant so he would at least hear me out...
"They are fine now, I hose it out every 3 weeks. Its not worth it to put anything. Saves money."
I just said "its really bad to keep them like this, besides your loosing a lot of profit, I think I have enough at home.". He walked over to the door of his snake room practically yelling and screeching about beautiful his pieds were! GORGEOUS HE SAYS. At this point I was about to tell him that I think I should be heading home now....Seriously...if hes too cheap to even let the rats have toilet paper can you imagine how terrible his snakes must be living? They have to EAT those rats! I shudder to think of the terrible diseases they have!
IT CONTINUES.
He opens the door a little and inside on the tile floor was what I thought to be a DEAD dog. UNTIL IT GOT UP. My immediate response in my brain was AHH FUCK! YOUVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. The eyes of this dog were so far sunken back into head I thought for sure hed gulp and vomit them up. I know on some emaciated dogs you can count ribs, you could see where his organs were in between his ribs. His balls were seriously the only part of this dog with fat on it. I pretty much ran to car screaming "I HAVE TO GO BYE STEVE." and called AC on the way out of the neighborhood. I dont know if AC showed up or not, I did just call an hour ago but they did take my report down and at least the persons I talked too sounded concerned and promised to keep me updated just encase some of the animals were seized and eventually needed homes.
Earlier today I took my 6 hour exams too. My brain...is so done. Im sorry about the terrible grammar and spelling mistakes, I still have the smell of ammonia on me and I swear to god Im getting high off of it.
I posted on CL about possibly wanting some herp supplies, I ended up driving a little ways becuase a local said he had some racks for sale and some snakes I *might* want to gander at. I figured I might buy the rack if I like it and keep him down a 'network' sort of ya know? FUCK THAT TO PIES!
I got out of the car and asked him nicely for his full name and told him my own. He said his name was Steve then rambled about feeders and asked If I need some first becuase they were in the guest house. Said sure, why not, lets see what you have. When the doors opened the smell of ammonia burned my nose and eyes. I actually cried it was so damn bad. I could almost taste it...
I saw about 4 very dark racks about 7 shelves tall jimmied out of several walmart like closet organizer bins. I thought hopefully this guys only has 1.2 or ever smaller in each. Maybe those are just Mums and pinkies? EIGHT ADULT RATS IN EACH. Thats not even counting the pinkies and the crawlers. Holy fuck. Worse yet, THERE WAS NO BEDDING. Nothing. At all. Just plastic to SHIT, PISS AND SIT/SLEEP IN. The white rats were orange and yellow soaking with urine and liquid feces! I counted 5 DROWNED, I say again, DROWNED IN URINE pinkies one drawer. 6 smashed to nothing becuase they couldn't not step on them.
Ok so I know they are rats. BUT WTF????!!! I offered to go out to a feed store nearby and BUY him a big fucking of aspen. I brought up toilet paper too. God just ANYTHING! Could you imagine giving birth in a 1 cm pool of urine and the sting of a gaping open wound being soaked in feces, urine and smashed up carcasses? I offered to buy the bedding for him gently and tried hard to be nonchalant so he would at least hear me out...
"They are fine now, I hose it out every 3 weeks. Its not worth it to put anything. Saves money."
I just said "its really bad to keep them like this, besides your loosing a lot of profit, I think I have enough at home.". He walked over to the door of his snake room practically yelling and screeching about beautiful his pieds were! GORGEOUS HE SAYS. At this point I was about to tell him that I think I should be heading home now....Seriously...if hes too cheap to even let the rats have toilet paper can you imagine how terrible his snakes must be living? They have to EAT those rats! I shudder to think of the terrible diseases they have!
IT CONTINUES.
He opens the door a little and inside on the tile floor was what I thought to be a DEAD dog. UNTIL IT GOT UP. My immediate response in my brain was AHH FUCK! YOUVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. The eyes of this dog were so far sunken back into head I thought for sure hed gulp and vomit them up. I know on some emaciated dogs you can count ribs, you could see where his organs were in between his ribs. His balls were seriously the only part of this dog with fat on it. I pretty much ran to car screaming "I HAVE TO GO BYE STEVE." and called AC on the way out of the neighborhood. I dont know if AC showed up or not, I did just call an hour ago but they did take my report down and at least the persons I talked too sounded concerned and promised to keep me updated just encase some of the animals were seized and eventually needed homes.
Earlier today I took my 6 hour exams too. My brain...is so done. Im sorry about the terrible grammar and spelling mistakes, I still have the smell of ammonia on me and I swear to god Im getting high off of it.