My gerbils are going back to their real family soon, so I’ve been trying to get in some quality time with them. Usually quality time means glancing at them as I walk by their box. But the other day, it meant something entirely different.
See, Heather left a comment on my last gerbil post about how Alex tried to terrify the gerbils to death. And I quote:
“The gerbils’ mom here. I don’t mind that you removed Noki from the cage. Don’t worry about their little hearts. They get picked up and petted at home. HOWEVER, maybe next time you could remove Cassidy The Predator from the immediate vicinity.
Can you imagine the chaos that would have ensued if Noki had gotten away from Alex?!! That would have been a damn fine Stimeyland post. I would almost be willing to sacrifice one gerbil (probably Robert) just to read it.”
Well, first I went and told Robert that I love him, but that his real mom doesn’t and if he ever runs away from home that he has a safe place at my house. Or I might have told Noki. I still don’t know which is which.
And then I put the dog outside.
And then I did this: