But first, this:
So, Heather, you should stop reading now. Your gerbils are fine and all, and Alex is being disciplined, but the following images may be disturbing to you.
Is she gone?
I have strict rules against picking up the gerbils, but I’m not against petting them now and again. I do try to limit petting to short sessions and only one child at a time because I’m terrified of scaring them (the gerbils, not the children) into heart attacks, and I don’t want to have to explain that to the gerbils’ mom, Heather.
She’s standing right behind me isn’t she?
Anyway, I’m very caring to the gerbils and very concerned about their heart health, so don’t think I condoned what happened shortly after this morning’s gerbil feeding/paper towel tube giving/short petting session.
It all started after Sam petted a gerbil and then Jack wanted to and Alex said, “But his arms are too short.” (They aren’t, by the way.)
Hmmm…I wonder what Jack is so happy about here:
And don’t for one second think that my paparazzi-like behavior implies approval of Alex’s actions. Because it doesn’t. Between shots I did a lot of jumping up and down and yelling, “Put him back, RIGHT NOW!!” Which, now that I come to think of it, was probably not very calming for the gerbils and their pea-sized hearts.
I’m guessing you all fall into two—no three—camps on this. Camp 1: No big deal. I’d take my gerbils out of their biosphere all the time. Camp 2: This is shockingly inappropriate treatment of gerbils. Camp 3: Heather.
Next—an elaboration of the situation:
B) I’d just like to take this opportunity to point out that THIS IS NOT ME.
C) Joyous, but careless child, who is not even looking at the damn gerbil.
And now a completely discombobulated gerbil.