mouse
I want to talk about something light.
I got pet mice this past February. My idea was that they would help me with the seasonal depression thing. I had intended to do it earlier, but depression makes me not able to do shit so I wasn't really able to pull the trigger until the season was nearly over.
Dave was resigned. They are mice. They smell kinda bad. (Mouse pee is heavy on ammonia). You can't wrestle with them. You can't really do much with them. But he wants me to be happy, so he was on board with the mice, as long as they became my chore.
Enter Danger and Bashful.
It is amazing how something so small can have such a personality. Danger is brave and adventurous and an explorer. She doesn't mind being held too much but she doesn't love it. She has figured out that I am the bearer of treats and gets very excited to see me.
She figured out she can get out of her cage if we leave it even a little unlatched, but then she gets stuck on top of the cage and waits desperately for rescue.
Bashful can't see very well (red eyes, poor cone function) so she is a little more reserved. If I put my hand in the cage, she will come investigate, but she will nervously go run on the wheel instead of sticking around. Sometimes, when she is anxious, she will give herself a hug with her tail to boost her courage. It's cute to the part of heartbreaking.
They are good mice. They are best friends.
I got pet mice this past February. My idea was that they would help me with the seasonal depression thing. I had intended to do it earlier, but depression makes me not able to do shit so I wasn't really able to pull the trigger until the season was nearly over.
Dave was resigned. They are mice. They smell kinda bad. (Mouse pee is heavy on ammonia). You can't wrestle with them. You can't really do much with them. But he wants me to be happy, so he was on board with the mice, as long as they became my chore.
Enter Danger and Bashful.
It is amazing how something so small can have such a personality. Danger is brave and adventurous and an explorer. She doesn't mind being held too much but she doesn't love it. She has figured out that I am the bearer of treats and gets very excited to see me.
She figured out she can get out of her cage if we leave it even a little unlatched, but then she gets stuck on top of the cage and waits desperately for rescue.
Bashful can't see very well (red eyes, poor cone function) so she is a little more reserved. If I put my hand in the cage, she will come investigate, but she will nervously go run on the wheel instead of sticking around. Sometimes, when she is anxious, she will give herself a hug with her tail to boost her courage. It's cute to the part of heartbreaking.
They are good mice. They are best friends.