Meet Ralph
Ralph, everyone in the entire world who reads this. Everyone in the entire world who reads this, Ralph.
Now that we have that out of the way let me tell you why I just introduced you to a mouse. He’s now living with us.
Now, I realize it’s already to late to avoid the “what the fuck was dennis thinking” train of thought, so I’ll just do my best to explain why it is we now have a mouse.
Yesterday, I walked out the front door to get the mail. It was about 4:30pm and a plesant 60 degrees or so out. Almost immediatly, I noticed a small creature on it’s side lying on the concrete walkway leading to our door. Just laying there motionless as I walked up and hunched down to it. As I sat there croutched thinking to myself how sad the “circle of life” (yes Jen I stole that from you) was I saw it’s tiny little body move as he took a breath. Seeing this garnered a “oh crap” expression and the rest is history.
I ran inside the house, got my work gloves, an old big gladware container and a paper towel. I then went out side, picked up the mouse and put him in it and took him inside, turning up the heat while I was at it. As I sat there watching him he was only breathing in short bursts every 30 seconds, and of course I wondered what the heck I was doing. Needless to say I pretty much expected him to die before Jen even got home from work. I even tried to hold him and help him drink to no avail.
So I put him in the bathroom, after drilling some holes in the gladware container so he could breath, and tried to leave him alone to see what happened (plus I had to do the dishes before Jen got home). So long story short, Jen got home, he was standing on his own (a little shakey) and then a few hours after that he was eating, zipping around, and pooping….a lot….
Now, today I spent 50 dollars at Petsmart, bought him a home, food, a little wheel, and even bed fluff. I can’t just let him go because if I do I know he’ll die.
God i’m a sucker.
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Com’n now, let’s be fair. I still am a pretty big ass.
Actualy we already bought him a wire wheel. I don’t know if we can return it or not, but might try because the water bottle thingie we bought keeps dripping, and that’s no good.
poor lil bastard has his own room right now, to afraid to put him anywere in the house considering the “hostiles”.
Also, if you need any rodent supplies (toys, dishes, tubes, fluff — even a water bottle), I have plenty to spare. As a kid I had a zillion gerbils and now I have one very spoiled hamster, so I have plenty of donations for Ralph if he’s in need of anything.