I have realized the error of my ways! In a sudden epiphany it dawned on my how bestial my practices of feeding live truly were.
You win! I am hence enlightened, and have changed my feeding practices.
Since I am a person of perfect morality, here is the ONLY and SUPERIOR way to feed:
I have now built a mouse sanctuary in my back yard. I go to every pet store and buy all the live mice I can and rescue them from the abyss.
They are escorted to private limos and taken to
Mousetopia.
ALL my mice live a long and fulfilling life in their little town that I've created for them.
Mousetopia is equipped with water parks, tropical resorts, and hotels with casinos and little mouse restaurants. I love my mice like their my own kind. After forming families and creating loving bonds, once grandpa mouse dies of old age he is put in a casket and carried down to the snake's vivarium in a mouse funeral march. The casket then opens from the bottom and Jerry III, may his soul rest eternally, falls down into the snake crib as I get on my knees to thank the mouse for his noble sacrifice.
Then my pampered spoiled baby mama's snake child is hand fed because my baby darling would never kill a thing!