Welcome to Dipshit Friday, where I feel less silly about sharing my mouse obsession, because I’ve stated right up front that I’m a dipshit. (Feel free to play along! You don’t have to talk about mice if you don’t want to. But you certainly can.)
I’ve really been enjoying cleaning out the mouse cage a couple of times a week because it gives me a good excuse to cuddle with the mice and also because after I put them back into their little glass box, they run around like crazy. They’re all, “Where’s our stink? Where’s our stink? You took away our stink! And also our food caches!”
Why, yes, j*, I do.
I had a moment of panic the other day when Gerbil hadn’t come out of the tiki hut for a long time and I convinced myself that she was in there giving birth. Fortunately, she had not. I’ve been doing some math and we’ve had the mice for about 16 days. The gestation period for mice is about 19-21 days. If my math is correct, that means that by next Dipshit Friday I will either be in the clear, baby mouse-wise, or it will truly be Dipshit Friday and I’ll be suing the pet store.
My other friend (I have two!) came by to let her kids pet the mice today and insisted that I blog about the, and I paraphrase, “Super nerdy sign you put up there.”
Jack made a sign too.
I had to make some changes to Mouse Town since the last time you visited. They removed the roof from their grass-topped hut, rendering it useless. I purchased them a super indestructo castle to replace it. I also purchased them a bird ladder to help them get to their ceiling wheel.
Don’t worry, the lid is securely clipped onto Mouse Town.
Each time I clean Mouse Town, I try to create fun obstacle courses out of their toilet paper tubes and stuff so they have new stuff to explore and interesting ways to get around their 10-gallon space.
I don’t know if it’s working though. They don’t seem to be getting smarter.
I prefer to call them “imaginative.”
Or super cute.
Special Dipshit Friday Addendum: Sam’s Dipshit Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From Stimey’s Dipshit Tree:
Remember how Sam lost Library Lion and I was going to have to buy a new copy for the library even though we already owned one? This was a multi-day traumatic experience for him, culminating in one day where he started crying and saying he didn’t want to go to school because it was library day and he was too stressed to deal with the whole thing.
Today I came home around noon to a message on my machine from Sam: “Hi, mom! I found Library Lion. Don’t buy a new one.”
Three guesses where he found it.
In his very own personal cubby at school.
The denizens of Dipshit Friday welcome you, Sam.
Some of you may have noticed my new commenting system. I finally got so annoyed by Blogger’s commenting system that I decided to convert to Intense Debate. I hope you like it. I tried to find the least annoying comment system I could find that Blogger would accept. I hope to be able to interact a little more with you all because of the threaded comments and the fact that I’ll have your email addresses. (Which I will only use to reply to your comments or to e-stalk you.)