Saturday, March 11, 2006

Um, Dear, There's a Rat in the Tub

WAIT!

I don’t think I’ve talked much about Buddy here. I talk a lot about my girls, and poor Buddy gets left out.

Buddy is my boy rat. He’s a BIG boy. In his prime he was roughly the size of a baby bunny. Now he’s an old fella, roughly the size of a...well, a big rat.

He’s an old fella. I can’t remember if he’s 2 or 3 years old, cause I don’t do the numbers so well, but, old rat. My oldest rat. He’s been around a long time.

And he got mites.

Mites can sometimes be found in the bedding used to line small pet cages. Normal, young, healthy pets are never really bothered by them, but they can overwhelm an older rat.

Last night I held Buddy, laid my cheek against him, and when I leaned back up, the side of my face was covered with mites.

EEEEEKKKK!!!

Well, that was about 2am this morning. I just put him back in his cage. Mites wouldn’t do him any real damage that quickly. I said I’d fix it up when I got up.

Well, I slept late.

So it had to wail till after work today.

Work was a bitch. When I got home tonight I was plum exhausted.

But my boy needed fixing, so I had to do it.

So, I was sitting on the end of the bed, taking my shoes off and going over in my head what I had to do.

I had to clean the girls first, then the mice, then Buddy. The cages would need DEEP cleaning, not just and easy clean. I would have to bathe Buddy, then I would have to vacuum the room, then I would have to bathe me. Then I could eat.

Eat?

FUCK! I had to wash dishes.

“Goddamn it!” I screamed, then I laid down and cried from the idea of everything I had to do because I was just too fucking tired to keep moving, but I had no choice in the matter.

My husband took pity on me and told me not to wash dishes. Not that HE is going to wash them, I just don’t have to was them tonight. I’ll just have to do it tomorrow.

Oh well...better than nothing.

So I got my rats cleaned, got the cages cleaned, got buddy washed, got the floor vacuumed, got me washed.

Its 11:25 now. I still haven’t gotten anything to eat. I’m too tired to cook. I’m too tired to make a sandwich.

But....Buddy’s mites should be gone now. Although he’s angry at me.

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