number six

[kirkcudbright]

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I was cleaning Number Six's cage (a terrarium with a screen top), and he was freaking out because his bedding was being shifted around and being taken out. He especially freaked when I stuck in the vacuum hose to remove all the little mousy droppings. I got it into my head to stir things up by trying to catch him. I managed this the last time I cleaned his cage (over a month ago - wild mice are pretty low-maintenance and low-odor as rodents go). He doesn't jump most of the time, but he can jump the full height of his cage when agitated, and so he did. He jumped up to the partly-open lid, pulled himself up top, and scampered away. Now he's (hopefully) hunkered down under the baseboard radiator. We set the cage on its side, with his nest, his wheel, his favorite food, and the lid ready to slam shut. Now we wait.

When I was a kid, we had hamsters. They got out all the time, because Habitrails are (or at least were) crap. We were usually able to catch them again, because they were a) domesticated and b) dumb as toast. Number Six was born in the ceiling of the basement, and I really don't want him returning to his wild ways. Besides, he's my mouse now, dammit.

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When the degus have escaped, some times it took me a couple of hours to prove that I was smarter then them.