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Because I have an incurable fixation with all things cute and cuddly and furry, we now have 2 new additions to our already zoo-like home: Prissy and Sarah, 2 of the cutest lil mice you'll ever see. Oh well, if I can't have a pet snake, having snake food for a pet is ok I guess. Prissy has already tried to make a break for it. Entirely my fault. In addition to the fuzzy fixation, impulse control is not my strong suit either.
Oooh, want to pet the cute furry thingo! deedeedee! Completely disregard all advice to let them settle in for a few days before trying to bond with them. Pop open the cage. Mouse runs out. Attempt to capture mouse in recommended way-- grab base of tail so they can't run away, then support them with your hand so they don't get scared or uncomfortable dangling there. Mouse makes ridiculously loud squeek for something that weighs maybe 2 ounces, tops, and attempts to gnaw off my finger. Not just bite, but continuously GNAW at my knuckle. Luckily the little monster grabbed hold of an area that's pretty calloused from knitting, so while it was quite painful, no permanent damage was done to me or the mouse. Of course the gnawing led to me loosening my grip on the tail, at which point she decided to take up skydiving, and made a break for the area under my desk. Mike became my hero once again as he scooped her up and deposited her back in the cage. I will not be opening the door except to feed and water them for awhile now, thankyouverymuch.
They're quite entertaining to watch though, I gotta say. They just scurry all over the damn place, and look so CUTE when they pick up food and eat it, almost like a little person. Aidan is way more fascinated than I would have expected. He keeps climbing up on the step stool (they are up out of the reach of the dogs) and proclaiming "MOUSE!" with a big grin. Margaret is in love too, of course. The mice might learn to be in love with her too, if she'd learn to modulate her voice. I'm sure they can't be fond of her squealing "HI LITTLE MOUSIE!!!" at the top of her lungs every time they come to peek out the front end of the cage.
Oooh, want to pet the cute furry thingo! deedeedee! Completely disregard all advice to let them settle in for a few days before trying to bond with them. Pop open the cage. Mouse runs out. Attempt to capture mouse in recommended way-- grab base of tail so they can't run away, then support them with your hand so they don't get scared or uncomfortable dangling there. Mouse makes ridiculously loud squeek for something that weighs maybe 2 ounces, tops, and attempts to gnaw off my finger. Not just bite, but continuously GNAW at my knuckle. Luckily the little monster grabbed hold of an area that's pretty calloused from knitting, so while it was quite painful, no permanent damage was done to me or the mouse. Of course the gnawing led to me loosening my grip on the tail, at which point she decided to take up skydiving, and made a break for the area under my desk. Mike became my hero once again as he scooped her up and deposited her back in the cage. I will not be opening the door except to feed and water them for awhile now, thankyouverymuch.
They're quite entertaining to watch though, I gotta say. They just scurry all over the damn place, and look so CUTE when they pick up food and eat it, almost like a little person. Aidan is way more fascinated than I would have expected. He keeps climbing up on the step stool (they are up out of the reach of the dogs) and proclaiming "MOUSE!" with a big grin. Margaret is in love too, of course. The mice might learn to be in love with her too, if she'd learn to modulate her voice. I'm sure they can't be fond of her squealing "HI LITTLE MOUSIE!!!" at the top of her lungs every time they come to peek out the front end of the cage.