Greetings were exchanged, and then I picked up the bottle, checked for keeled dorsal scales, and confirmed a juvenile Rinkhals, possibly female.
It was rather cheesed, and when I asked how he got it into the bottle, he grinned, and said two words, "Braai tongs". I shuddered in the anticipation of a broken neck, or ribs, and blood pouring out the mouth, so I inspected it again, and it seemed fine, albeit a tad narked...
Took it home, put it into a holding box, and then put it in a rack in the outside quarantine room, along with the other temp visitors that are to be relocated from other calls this week.
Without further ado, here is the little beggar...
Top down, or should I say back while running away?

Half-hearted, showing she's ok...


Side of face showing "stitch" marks and coloration/scalation of head.

Will take some photos after feeding tonight, and release on saturday/sunday.
Enjoy, and thanks for looking.
