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It’s Been a While…

It’s been exactly a month since I’ve posted anything here, mostly because I’ve gotten a new job (huzzah!) and I’m not all that used to getting up before 9am or sleeping before 2am, so I’ve been a little preoccupied.

But that’s no excuse to leave my little blog so empty for so long, so I’m going to strive to keep posting here as much as possible! My new target is once a week, pushing it up to twice a week once I’ve got the ball rolling.

Another new target of mine – seeing as it’s a quarter of the year in, I can make new resolutions, right? – is to do more writing. I’ve been doing ok on that front overall, by typing up bits and pieces on my phone whenever I feel like it, and I’ll post about all that soon too. But I’m not actually sitting down and doing anything. Nothing is solid or forming into full drafts. It’s kind of lazy of me, so I need to start sorting that out. Over the last month I’ve done about three days of work based on that Script writing book I’ve been reading. And today and yesterday were days off and supposed to be my oh right Imma get down and get some motherfucking writing up in this joint but alas, nothing. So bloody lazy. And I’ve got cleaning to do. Meh.

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Other New Quarter Resolutions are:

  • Play with rats more (Ideally, play with baby rats 1hour+ every day.) 

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  • Read more 

I read The Virginia Monologues recently – Hilarity! – and am currently reading Battle Royale which is one of the longest books I’ve ever read, but completely awesome and brilliant and I’m about half way through so far.

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  • Keep up a 25 minimum of work hours a week

My now two jobs both consist of 10 hours weekly, not including overtime, so I have to make sure I get enough overtime so I actually have enough money to live…

So there’s a lot of More in my new targets, but that’s probably because there’s a lot of not a whole lot happening in my life currently. It’s all baby steps, my friend.

I have a couple of posts drafted to update soon, so More is on it’s way…

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Steve learns a lesson

So I have fancy rats, and all the handbooks and websites etc. say NEVER EVER put your hand between two rats fighting coz you will get bitten. Now because I’ve raised all of my rats from youth and I’m an idiot and don’t care about getting the occasional nip or even hard chomp, I do it anyway. Nothing bad has ever happened in the year I’ve owned rats.

Only we recently got a rat from a breeder who was putting the ol’ girl up for retirement, so she’s already old and grown up and not so used to me, my scent, my hands, or the way I do things. So she’s at the other cage of rats (there’s two cages and they are each others’ sworn nemeses) and they’re nibbling, grabbing, hissing, and generally threatening each other and I’ve stopped her several times by this point and kinda pissed off that she’s not listening to me, so – because, as I said, I’m an idiot – I grab her. From behind.

She turns. And she’s bites me.

Hard.

I’m not surprised. She was in full attack mode, her back arched, hissing like a cat. If she had fur (she’s hairless) it would have been standing on end. And she was probably scared shitless, being grabbed like that. They are genetically prey animals, after all. And she’s only known me about three weeks.

One of the others, Crispies, who is always pissing off her opposing cage and has a bit of an attitude generally, always turns around to defend herself when I pick her up during a brawl, but never bites. Shes like, these are my teeth. I could attack if I wanted. I’m a big scary mouse. Don’t mess with me. And I’m like, silly Crispies you won’t bite me and she’s like, K but only coz I love you and you feed me.

Sometimes she’ll then lick me. And the brawl will be left forgotten (until next time…).

Maybe little hairless mouse hasn’t come to love me yet. Maybe she’s dealt with some tough broads in her time, I don’t know.

But she didn’t take kindly to being suddenly grabbed from behind, so she grabbed back. With her teeth. She sunk ’em in. And she didn’t let go. I lifted my hand, and she didn’t let go.

She punctured my hand. 

The weirdest part was that she bit me in the webbed part between my thumb and forefinger. When I detached her from my hand, there was no blood.

She had bitten right through the skin, but I couldn’t see muscle or blood on the other side.

So that was how I learnt the hard way that hands are hollow.

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But yeah, there was a hole in my hand. I could see into my hand.

A few seconds later the blood from the broken skin came gushing and my fiancée had to get a plaster.

We think the new little ratty might me ill, or at least stressed, and we’re taking her to the vets the day after tomorrow just in case. Nothing like that has ever happened to us before, and we have a couple of chompers. But I have read that injuries like that can happen, almost always at the fault of the human that was bitten. So I guess I learned my lesson.

I hope this post effectively freaked/grossed you out.

Also I’d like to take this opportunity to say, rats are great pets! They’re are seriously lovely and wonderful and fun and cute and fluffy and gorgeous! But don’t ever grab a rat when it’s fighting. I learnt this the hard way.

Also that hands are hollow.

 

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