Feeling pretty low at this moment...
Last night, Marty ate for the first time in just over three weeks and was eagerly looking for multiple pinkies to consume... i thought it best to just have him eat one as this morning was the day to remove the suchers. I was feeling pretty good about where we were at.
As my daughter (home recovering from strep throat) and I went to collect Marty and bring him to the vet this morning, we found that his tongue was stuck to the clay pot that I had been using for his hide. Seems the moisture on his tongue stuck to the dry pot like glue. He had pulled it out a good inch and half from his face, tissue completely dried out and dead.
We rushed him to the vet, she confirmed that the tongue was destroyed... and it was amputated. Suchers were removed from his face & she gave him a shot of Baytril.
I'm sure we looked pretty pathetic... 6'3", 210lb, 42 year old and a very sad little 9 year old girl w/tears running down both our faces.
30 years of off and on snake collecting/husbandry and this is a first... no more clay pots for hides. I would guess that glazed would be the way to go?
All in all, feel like a crappy dad to this poor little guy.