Friday, February 25, 2011
Feelin' Cozy, Rats In The Cellar
The boychild's rats finally got their upgrade. Hubby finished their cage today and they are already exploring. The girlchild has a similar cage but version 2.0 incorporates an underbed storage tub as a floor: hopefully this will better contain the chips and make cleaning much easier!
Here's your Ratty Poetic Justice for the day: Recently the aptly-named Malice, one of the original rat mamas, passed away. (She really was a meanie.) When the girlchild told me the animal was dead, I told her to double-bag it and put it in the freezer until the ground thaws. She didn't want to leave it at that so she went and got a box. Now, I do read horror fiction from time to time, and I sometimes order from a specialty book publisher; it happens that the first box at hand was from this publisher. So Malice is now ensconced in a box labelled Cemetery Dance!
If you're a horror reader, Cemetery Dance does put out some lovely editions and is worth a visit. I wish I could buy special editions all the time, I do love the smell and texture of good paper.
[With apologies to Aerosmith for the silly use of their lyrics; the freezer IS in the cellar though!]