I Fail at Hamstering
Less than two months since Mokey was released from her cage by Mom's cat, Mokey II has escaped. This time there was no feline aid involved. I walked into the living room this morning and the door to her cage was hanging open. She'd managed to pop it and drop to the floor.
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| Saw: Mouse Hunt remix. |
While April and the kids were here, Andy put his finger up to the cage and got a bite for his troubles. I joked that, since the hamster had tasted human flesh, I'd have to sleep with one eye open. I didn't realize that might be accurate.
I'd like to think I'll catch the little beast, but I doubt it. More likely she'll stumble into one of the mousetraps and solve the problem. I'd rather have her dead than damaging my stuff. I know that sounds cold, but destryoing electronics downgrades her to "Disposable Creature." I'll go Mouse Hunt on her if I have to.
Maybe I should give up on pet ownership and go back to Nintendogs. It hasn't been a good year for animals in my orbit. Maybe I'll try again in a few years.
Update: Mouse trap 1, Mokey 0. I feel more guilt about that than I thought I would, but I don't think it was likely to end any other way.

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