In other news about how 2016 can #suckit, Stimeyland is now gerbilless.
I discovered my last gerbil—the very elderly statesman King—dead in his tank on Wednesday. He was one of the babies born more than three and a half years ago.
Honestly, the last year has been like a grim game of Gerbil Survivor where, instead of being voted off the island, you end up in a trash bag with assorted paper shavings. There has been a lot of gerbil death here in the recent past.
I’m not getting any new rodents for a while. But I will miss them. They’re fun to have around.