One Blonde Rat
Too tired to write last night, so I got up early early this morning. By the time I actually "wake up" I'll have run out of time. It's already been 25 minutes and I'm still working on making coffee. Every few minutes I break out in yawn attacks.
I'm pretty sure we have a new pet. Not one we planned on, either. I am keeping two snakes, and snakes eat mice and rats. A week ago I picked up two young rats from the local pet store as "feeders" but, unlike the ones we get at the Big Corporate Chain Pet Store, these aren't white lab rats, these are what the Corporate pet place would call "fancy rats."
The black and gray fancy rat lasted 10 seconds with the snakes. They turned their noses up at the blonde one.
That's right, the blonde one. We have a blonde rat. I tried feeding it to the snakes several times, but it must not smell right to them, or something. They want nothing to do with it.
And the darn thing is SO CUTE, and it's very sweet and personable. It's living in the "feeder tank," having made a home under a half coconut shell, and I've been feeding it leftover Christmas nuts and pumpkin seeds. One of my daughters named it, which was also a mistake. Since it's male, blonde, and has pointy ears, she dubbed it Legolas, after the heartthrob elf in the Lord of the Ring movies.
I was afraid something like this would happen. Never get attached to the food.
Too late.
I haven't heard whether or not Becky and Angel made it back to California yet. I'm hoping they did in the middle of the night and didn't want to call and wake me. I'll probably get the call during the day today.
I'm pretty sure we have a new pet. Not one we planned on, either. I am keeping two snakes, and snakes eat mice and rats. A week ago I picked up two young rats from the local pet store as "feeders" but, unlike the ones we get at the Big Corporate Chain Pet Store, these aren't white lab rats, these are what the Corporate pet place would call "fancy rats."
The black and gray fancy rat lasted 10 seconds with the snakes. They turned their noses up at the blonde one.
That's right, the blonde one. We have a blonde rat. I tried feeding it to the snakes several times, but it must not smell right to them, or something. They want nothing to do with it.
And the darn thing is SO CUTE, and it's very sweet and personable. It's living in the "feeder tank," having made a home under a half coconut shell, and I've been feeding it leftover Christmas nuts and pumpkin seeds. One of my daughters named it, which was also a mistake. Since it's male, blonde, and has pointy ears, she dubbed it Legolas, after the heartthrob elf in the Lord of the Ring movies.
I was afraid something like this would happen. Never get attached to the food.
Too late.
I haven't heard whether or not Becky and Angel made it back to California yet. I'm hoping they did in the middle of the night and didn't want to call and wake me. I'll probably get the call during the day today.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home