New and Lovely Things
Discovered something else about rats--like kittens, they will play with dangly string. I first found this out when I wore a shirt that had a little leather lacing at the neck that you could pull and loosen. Soon as I took Wallace out of his cage that night, he went straight for the dangly string and pulled it just as tight as he could, then tried to run away with it back to his hidey place. Since then I have lured him with ribbons and other things. He is a doof. Sebastian is not quite as eager to play, but he does seem mildly intrigued by the floaty things I wiggle in front of his little face.
Also, Wallace has figured out that he can hop down from the couch to the floor with very little trouble, and then go exploring while I make exasperated noises and beg him to come back. I wouldn't mind that he free ranges, really--I'm just a little worried about him chewing on electric cords. I have many of these snaking about my living room--three from the laptop, half a dozen around the TV, more on the Verizon wireless thingy.... And I imagine they'd be rather expensive to replace.
I need to find some way of containing him. Mice are easy--they don't like mint, so if I have a mouse who likes to try on a teeny weeny Steve McQueen hat, all I have to do is sprinkle some peppermint extract in strategic places, and it won't try to get away. Is there something that affects rats like that? I wonder...
I do have a foolproof method of catching Wallace, though. All I have to do is lay down in my bed and turn off the lights, and not long after, I'll hear the pitter patter of tiny feet, followed swiftly by Wallace climbing under my chin and trying to nibble my face off. He is incorrigible.
And lovely. Did I mention lovely? He's sitting on my shoulder as I type this, having climbed up there of his own accord, and is now surveying his domain with the self-assurance of a bitty rodent king. Oh, Wally, Wally, you leave me speechless with adoration.
Also, Wallace has figured out that he can hop down from the couch to the floor with very little trouble, and then go exploring while I make exasperated noises and beg him to come back. I wouldn't mind that he free ranges, really--I'm just a little worried about him chewing on electric cords. I have many of these snaking about my living room--three from the laptop, half a dozen around the TV, more on the Verizon wireless thingy.... And I imagine they'd be rather expensive to replace.
I need to find some way of containing him. Mice are easy--they don't like mint, so if I have a mouse who likes to try on a teeny weeny Steve McQueen hat, all I have to do is sprinkle some peppermint extract in strategic places, and it won't try to get away. Is there something that affects rats like that? I wonder...
I do have a foolproof method of catching Wallace, though. All I have to do is lay down in my bed and turn off the lights, and not long after, I'll hear the pitter patter of tiny feet, followed swiftly by Wallace climbing under my chin and trying to nibble my face off. He is incorrigible.
And lovely. Did I mention lovely? He's sitting on my shoulder as I type this, having climbed up there of his own accord, and is now surveying his domain with the self-assurance of a bitty rodent king. Oh, Wally, Wally, you leave me speechless with adoration.