cavernio (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cavernio) wrote,@ 2006-10-21 18:42:00 |
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just like me
I got a hamster a couple of weeks ago. One of the people who I work with at the co-op's kids got it from a friend, and then a few days later she got guinea pig from her grandfather or something like that, and her mom didn't want her keeping 2 pets. So I took the other one of her hands.
I've had rodents before. My sister had gerbils for awhile (and now has many more gerbils), I had mice for a bit, (they reek) I attempted to smuggle a rat from Guelph to Fredericton one year that I had trained for a psyc class of mine, (that didn't work, its a story that I must've told before), and I got another hamster from a friend who worked at Taco Bell, which unfortunately died about a month after I got her.
So, I've got another hamster now. As my mom says, she's the feistiest thing she's ever seen. If you go near the cage, it claws through it while sticking its 'muzzle' out, trying to bite. (And she will bite). She's got beige-yellow fur, and red eyes. I called her Diabella. I've picked her up and held her when she hasn't bitten at all, but she only seems to do that if you pick her up while she's in something else. Then she becomes all curious about her surroundings, and seems to forget that the same fingers that she's sitting on now are the same ones which she constantly bites at. Very odd.
I had some old cages from previous pets, and put one of them upside down on top of the other one so that she's got a 2-tiered cage, and if the 'bottom' is off the top cage, she can easily climb out to her freedom to roam the house. Of course, me being me, didn't put the lid back on a few nights ago. Needless to say, she managed to get out. She also managed to make it down the wooden stairs somehow without killing herself. Luckily, I take it she didn't decide to go off the sides of one of the stairs and fall the 1 story high drop. (I've come the conclusion that hamsters, at least the ones raised in captivity, are very stupid when it comes to heights, and will slowly climb over an edge where they have no hold onto, and then proceed to fall off.)
I was very lucky when I saw her in the family room behind the couch the other morning. After 1 day, she looked extraordinariy scraggly.
I was hardly home at all yesterday, and after I found her early that morning, and remember clearly putting the top back on so she wouldn't climb out again. I was then only home for about 45 minutes sometime during the middle of the day, and don't remember whatsoever opening her cage. I also don't remember her cage being open when I came home in the wee hours of the morning either. But yet, this morning, I wake up to see the lid very far away from her cage on the bed (there's NO WAY she could've put the lid there,) and lo and behold, she was gone again. I again fortunately found her this afternoon in my bedroom this time.
I'm still trying to figure out what happened. I could've stupidly taken the lid off earlier in the day and not noticed. That's very much like me. Or I could've taken it off while I was sleeping. I honestly did dream last night about rodents escaping from cages. That might also explain why I don't really remember not putting the lid back on the first time, and my sleep's been really shitty the past few days. But I doubt that, honestly.
Its just like me to not only do something forgetful once, but to do it again immediately afterwards. Like when I leave my wallet or purse somewhere.
My life is boring right now. My research has become boring (I can't wait until I've exhausted the topic of perceptual training and mental rotation tasks), the co-op job is always boring, although at least I talk to people while working, and I've begun paying off my loan now, and I want it paid off ASAP, so I've not got much money to spend. I did buy myself a webcam yesterday though. Having it is kinda neat.
I got a hamster a couple of weeks ago. One of the people who I work with at the co-op's kids got it from a friend, and then a few days later she got guinea pig from her grandfather or something like that, and her mom didn't want her keeping 2 pets. So I took the other one of her hands.
I've had rodents before. My sister had gerbils for awhile (and now has many more gerbils), I had mice for a bit, (they reek) I attempted to smuggle a rat from Guelph to Fredericton one year that I had trained for a psyc class of mine, (that didn't work, its a story that I must've told before), and I got another hamster from a friend who worked at Taco Bell, which unfortunately died about a month after I got her.
So, I've got another hamster now. As my mom says, she's the feistiest thing she's ever seen. If you go near the cage, it claws through it while sticking its 'muzzle' out, trying to bite. (And she will bite). She's got beige-yellow fur, and red eyes. I called her Diabella. I've picked her up and held her when she hasn't bitten at all, but she only seems to do that if you pick her up while she's in something else. Then she becomes all curious about her surroundings, and seems to forget that the same fingers that she's sitting on now are the same ones which she constantly bites at. Very odd.
I had some old cages from previous pets, and put one of them upside down on top of the other one so that she's got a 2-tiered cage, and if the 'bottom' is off the top cage, she can easily climb out to her freedom to roam the house. Of course, me being me, didn't put the lid back on a few nights ago. Needless to say, she managed to get out. She also managed to make it down the wooden stairs somehow without killing herself. Luckily, I take it she didn't decide to go off the sides of one of the stairs and fall the 1 story high drop. (I've come the conclusion that hamsters, at least the ones raised in captivity, are very stupid when it comes to heights, and will slowly climb over an edge where they have no hold onto, and then proceed to fall off.)
I was very lucky when I saw her in the family room behind the couch the other morning. After 1 day, she looked extraordinariy scraggly.
I was hardly home at all yesterday, and after I found her early that morning, and remember clearly putting the top back on so she wouldn't climb out again. I was then only home for about 45 minutes sometime during the middle of the day, and don't remember whatsoever opening her cage. I also don't remember her cage being open when I came home in the wee hours of the morning either. But yet, this morning, I wake up to see the lid very far away from her cage on the bed (there's NO WAY she could've put the lid there,) and lo and behold, she was gone again. I again fortunately found her this afternoon in my bedroom this time.
I'm still trying to figure out what happened. I could've stupidly taken the lid off earlier in the day and not noticed. That's very much like me. Or I could've taken it off while I was sleeping. I honestly did dream last night about rodents escaping from cages. That might also explain why I don't really remember not putting the lid back on the first time, and my sleep's been really shitty the past few days. But I doubt that, honestly.
Its just like me to not only do something forgetful once, but to do it again immediately afterwards. Like when I leave my wallet or purse somewhere.
My life is boring right now. My research has become boring (I can't wait until I've exhausted the topic of perceptual training and mental rotation tasks), the co-op job is always boring, although at least I talk to people while working, and I've begun paying off my loan now, and I want it paid off ASAP, so I've not got much money to spend. I did buy myself a webcam yesterday though. Having it is kinda neat.
