Last week Thomas's friend Sofi called and asked Thomas if he would babysit her Guinea pigs for "a while." I said that he could but, looking back, I realize that I had gerbils in mind, living in a small plastic cage with cute little tubes going in and out of it. A few hours later, Sofi and her mom, Susan, arrived in their giant SUV and unloaded THIS monstrosity (along with several bales of hay, a giant sack of "food pellets," an even larger sack of wood shavings, a set of plastic gloves(?), six typed pages of instructions(!) and two squealing rodents). Their names are Tangerine (the feral orange one that won't let anyone touch it) and FayFay (or something like that), the b/w one that shivers miserably if you hold it. (Thomas objects to my characterization of the beasts; he claims that FayFay LOVES being held. He does admit that 'Tangie' is a sadly emotionally damaged individual.) Look at the mess these creatures make on the floor, as they dash about, scattering their shavings everywhere!
Here they are, making mad grabs for a bit of hay, their favorite treat. (Although we seem to be going through mountains of organic romaine lettuce and I know I haven't been eating it.) They also make very bizarre noises, a bit like R2D2.
Meanwhile, what are these guys doing in our front yard? They showed up a few days ago and were milling around our street for a few hours. It was too cold outside to go out and ask.
Here they are, making mad grabs for a bit of hay, their favorite treat. (Although we seem to be going through mountains of organic romaine lettuce and I know I haven't been eating it.) They also make very bizarre noises, a bit like R2D2.
Meanwhile, what are these guys doing in our front yard? They showed up a few days ago and were milling around our street for a few hours. It was too cold outside to go out and ask.
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