oh my FUCKING god
Mar. 13th, 2009 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ans99i just had the worst scare of my life. i was checking lj, and i kept hearing a rustling noise. it sounded like a plastic bag, and it sounded pretty loud, so i decided to see if the guinea pigs had gotten into something, or if wilson had fallen into the trash (he actually attempted this once-- since the rats never ever tried to escape their cage beyond walking the perimeter, i have a habit of leaving the cage open).
so i walked out to the cages, and looked around. pigs were quiet. no wilson in the trash. then i heard the rustling again, sounding like it was coming from the hall. i instantly went on Intruder Alert and crept cautiously back to the hall. guess who the fuck was on the floor, out of his cage and freaking out?
if you said a tiny little rat, you'd be most correct. i said, probably a bit too loudly but fuck you, i was surprised, and realizing how easily i could have stepped on him the first time i went through the hall: "wilson!" and he immediately dashed into the closet and would not come out no matter how much coaxing i gave him. he just sat there perched on top of a jumbo package of toilet paper rolls and looked at me with dime-sized eyes. so eventually i just dragged the whole thing out of the closet and nabbed him. he was so anxious that he was making those little whuffly sounds of rat-panic, and as soon as i put him back in the cage (he leapt in, really, out of my arms), he immediately drank water.
so i have no idea how long he was out of his cage. i got home around 130 and it's 330 now, so max two hours but still-- what a fucking adventure. and there's no telling, either, just how he managed to get down so easily from something a couple feet off the ground.
pretty much all i know is he's safe now, and i can no longer leave the cage door open. GOOD THINGS TO KNOW.
so i walked out to the cages, and looked around. pigs were quiet. no wilson in the trash. then i heard the rustling again, sounding like it was coming from the hall. i instantly went on Intruder Alert and crept cautiously back to the hall. guess who the fuck was on the floor, out of his cage and freaking out?
if you said a tiny little rat, you'd be most correct. i said, probably a bit too loudly but fuck you, i was surprised, and realizing how easily i could have stepped on him the first time i went through the hall: "wilson!" and he immediately dashed into the closet and would not come out no matter how much coaxing i gave him. he just sat there perched on top of a jumbo package of toilet paper rolls and looked at me with dime-sized eyes. so eventually i just dragged the whole thing out of the closet and nabbed him. he was so anxious that he was making those little whuffly sounds of rat-panic, and as soon as i put him back in the cage (he leapt in, really, out of my arms), he immediately drank water.
so i have no idea how long he was out of his cage. i got home around 130 and it's 330 now, so max two hours but still-- what a fucking adventure. and there's no telling, either, just how he managed to get down so easily from something a couple feet off the ground.
pretty much all i know is he's safe now, and i can no longer leave the cage door open. GOOD THINGS TO KNOW.
