Day 4

Molly is still ruthlessly vicious around me. I present her with raw meat at feeding time and this seems to quell some of her rage, but not her distrust. She drags the scraps from the wooden bowl I made her in favor of eating in the corner of the wall enclosure. From this vantage point she can keep her eyes on me at all times--always red, always wary. Food motivation can only take us so far, and ultimately winds up being more dangerous than it is worth to feed her from my own hand.