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31 August 2008 @ 05:24 pm
I could post the multi-post stuff I've been saving up.

I could talk about how I've been down lately.

I could post pictures (2) from the beach Friday and eloquently tell you that I made a big, wet, soggy, silly dork of myself and mention to y'all that if anyone wants to go swimming at the local beaches anytime in the next weeks that I will gladly tag along any day but Monday, Tuesday, or Thursday.

I could post pictures from the San Gabriel Mission Fiesta I attended yesterday.

But I think y'all are more interested in the story of what we did today.

I was feeling down so Martin decided to take me to the pet store to pet rats. None were out, but they took us in back to pet a couple that just arrived. While I was attempting to make Ratty Friends, Martin was looking at the rest of the backstage merch. One of the things they had were "hoppers."

Apparently, hoppers are tiny mice that aren't grown yet. They are called that partially because they're hoppy. They're jumpy, they're not socialized, etc.

I used to own mice. At that time I came to the conclusion mice do not have a lot of personality. They don't like people, they jump at the slightest provocation.

One mouse came to the employee lady's hand, though, in the hopper cage. So Martin played with it, and handed it to me. This mouse was already coming to people. It sat quietly and didn't jump. It seemed to prefer to be with people. So we walked around the store a while with it/him/her. Martin kept saying we should buy the mouse, but I was saying "there's a reason we don't have rodents, we don't wanna bother the cats, I'm in a weird mood and pets should be bought only clear-headedly after research."

Then we found out that the only mouse I've ever known to like people and be quiet and personable was in the feeder cage (A.K.A. "Snake Chow").

You knew where this was going anyways, right??

Okay, here's the part most of you were hoping for anyways...

This is what-we-are-assuming-is-a-her on a quarter for scale.

...on a quarter on her water bottle.

...and vaguely dwarfed by her itsy-tiny food bowl.

...and this is the part where you comment.

Current Mood: weirdweird
catlyn99catlyn99 on September 1st, 2008 03:21 am (UTC)

So Kawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!

I can't wait to meet him/her/it =)
Fritters: Ed Happy BIG by Frittersfritters on September 1st, 2008 04:36 am (UTC)
SO far we're thinking it's a she. We'll probably get another in a couple of weeks once we know for sure.

bunnyshortagesbunnyshortages on September 1st, 2008 03:48 am (UTC)
Argh, the smartest are always destined for the feeding pens =/ Story of the world

(Excuse the grump ;)
Fritters: Ed Stars by Frittersfritters on September 1st, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
Then you should be pleased one was saved...
bunnyshortagesbunnyshortages on September 1st, 2008 04:41 am (UTC)
Yeah, I am =)
krystalemerges on September 1st, 2008 04:27 am (UTC)
reminds me of my friend Carol, her significant other is an exotic animal handler for the entertainment industry...he took her to get food for said exotics and several years later, they still have 'pets' from the feeder cages (I think he had to go to frozen food, because they were running out of room for the rescues...)
Fritters: Smell the Rats by Frittersfritters on September 1st, 2008 04:39 am (UTC)
(I think he had to go to frozen food, because they were running out of room for the rescues...)

I can understand that. My very first rat was a hand-me-down rescued from an actual snake cage.
postrophe on September 1st, 2008 04:32 am (UTC)
"Smile your little smile
take some tea with me awhile.
Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder.
Twitch your whiskers. Feel
that you're really real.
Another tea-time another day older.

Puff warm breath on your tiny hands.
You wish you were a man
who every day can turn another page.
Behind your glass you sit and look
at my ever-open book:
One brown mouse sitting in a cage.

Do you wonder if I really care for you,
Am I just the company you keep?
Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill,
Who hides his head, pretending to sleep?

Smile your little smile
take some tea with me awhile.
And every day we'll turn another page.
Behind our glass we'll sit and look
at our ever-open book:
One brown mouse sitting in a cage."
-Jethro Tull
thudpucker: Futurama Coffee coffee coffee - aikonthudpucker on September 1st, 2008 01:20 pm (UTC)

"One brown white mouse sitting in a cage."

There. Fixed :)

Edited at 2008-09-01 01:21 pm (UTC)
postrophe on September 3rd, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
reference to the 'eighth' mercury astronaut...
"No, that opens the door."...

"...And lets out the li'l mouse."
thudpucker: Carpe Piscem - shino_hoshithudpucker on September 3rd, 2008 01:12 pm (UTC)
Re: reference to the 'eighth' mercury astronaut...

I saw an ad for an 'astronaut convention' next month in Florida. Glenn will be there, and Armstrong, and Story Musgrave... and, yes, Bill Dana. I thought it was way cool.

And you've reminded me of Alan Shepard's immortal words: "Well, I guess I'm a wetback for sure, now." :)

postrophe on September 4th, 2008 01:17 am (UTC)
Re: reference to the 'eighth' mercury astronaut...
"You're on your way, Jose..."
Phoenix Anew: snoopy happyphoenix_anew on September 1st, 2008 03:33 pm (UTC)
So teeny tiny! So cute!

How are the cats handling it so far?
Fritters: Cat - NOMNOMNOM by iconziconsfritters on September 1st, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC)
Worse than we expected honestly. We've had mice before and Skate was around then, but she's smaller than the ones we had. Max and Hunley had never seen/smelled one. They're all EXTREMELY interested, even Skate, although Skate isn't haunting her cage the way the other two are. This morning they've forgotten she exists, but we're planning on always keeping her in the room Skate is in when we leave the house. (We separate Skate from the other two when we can't watch them because they pick on him). Skate is too old to jump high, so she'll be spending a lot of afternoons on tall dressers.
Phoenix Anewphoenix_anew on September 1st, 2008 07:10 pm (UTC)
Well, it's still early. Hopefully they'll eventually get used to her and you won't have to worry about it so much.

I've contemplated getting fish sometimes but my younger one is currently so spunky I'd worry too much about coming home to a knocked over aquarium. Good to know y'all have a place to keep her temp. or permanently if necessary.
Fritters: Smell the Rats by Frittersfritters on September 1st, 2008 07:28 pm (UTC)
I'm hoping once she gets bigger and bolder they'll get bored. The last time we had mice they got out and the cats wouldn't touch them because they were WEIRD!! She only seemed afraid of them once yesterday, I wouldn't be surprised once she's not so teency that she'll be interested enough in the big fluffy things that they won't want to be near her because she just keeps advancing. It's been that way with the rats.

Maybe if you had a really stable aquarium? Like one of those tabletop octagons? I've considered those...