My sister’s crazy BC died this afternoon. Snail bait is VERY BAD.
Demonspawn got into the shed yesterday—it looks like my BIL may have not quite gotten the door latched when he was out there before he took off for his 3 day driving gig this week. When my sister got home from work last night, she found a horrible mess all over the yard, stuff strewn from h*ll to breakfast. Included in the mess was a package of snail bait that was chewed open and pieces all over the place. Demonspawn was acting funny, staggering and hanging his head. Squig seemed fine, but she decided to take no chances.
Her Petsmart vet was already closed, so she had to take them to the emergency vet—which is nearly 30 minutes away, at best. By the time they got there, Demonspawn had started to seizure.
They did everything they could for the little twerp, but he’d apparently eaten too many baits too long before my sister got home. I’m sure the only reason that Squig is fine is that she’s a finicky eater—she won’t eat anything that’s not either out of your hand or in her bowl—she won’t even lick stuff off the floor. Being a weirdo saved her life this time.
Of course, my sister’s completely devastated; Demonspawn was the puppy she got to replace Zach, who she had to have PTS while my BIL was out of town LAST summer.
Did anyone know that snail baits were that dangerous?? I certainly didn’t.
Everyone have a glass of lemon iced tea on Demonspawn tonight—it was his favorite. And make sure your sheds are SHUT TIGHT.