7 yrs. Got eaten by a panther. I didn’t have a top to the cage. He disappeared one morning with just some guts and legs when I went to feed him at 11am. He was there at 9am, complaining as always.
I called Florida fish and wildlife to send over a biologist and they did. He figured out the nature of the demise and explained it to me.
It had to be quick ’cause was on the back porch between 9am-11am, only 50 feet away from him, on my laptop. Never heard a thing.
It’s all good though: he spent most of his days banging his head on the cage complaining most of the day but I didn’t know what to do with him. So, it worked out in a weird way.