One last post about feeding live prey to snakes: This one is pretty funny. Back in 1975, I was living in CA. when some of my H.S. best buddies found and captured a huge type of snake that I don't remember what kind- it was bright yellow and blk- anyway, none of us had much money- and I was worried that the snake would starve to death. Cut to a scene where I'm trying to sneak out of K-Mart, with a hamster stuffed down my pants, and walking stiff-legged past a security guard, all the while, this hamster is biting me, pissing down my leg and fussing out loud, up a storm. Yes, served me right for shop lifting a hamster for snake food. Only to find out a day later that the hamster won - we found the snake cowering in the corner of a huge wooden box with wire top- with bite marks all over his body- the hamster was sitting up, calmly cleaning himself. We returned the snake back to the wild, and the hamster found a home with me for the next 4 years. Just goes to show you- size doesn't count at all. Marlene b. Director RFRL [Posted in FML 6386]