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I had a pet around a decade ago. His name was Spiffy the Gerbil. He was not terribly amazing for the most part, however, one day that all changed. I lived in a cheap apartment. The place had gaps and holes everywhere, to include an inch and a half gap under the door. I fed him and forgot to close the lid to his cage. He was generally a friendly guy but didn't like being picked up. You'd have to chase him around the cage to scoop him up and bring him out, all the while he'd be trying to hide. He never bit or anything and was friendly as hell when you got him out of the cage, but getting him out was a challenge. Anyway, I left his cage open and he took that as an invitation to explore. He got out and ran around for a while unbeknownst to me. With all the possible ways out of the apartment in plain view, did he escape? No. He came in the kitchen where I was going through a cabinet, looking for lunch, and stood on his hind legs looking up at me. He knew he wasn't supposed to be out without a person and stood, waiting for me to notice him. Once I did, I put my hand down and he jumped into it and stared in the direction of his cage. He was one of my cooler pets.
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I had a white mouse named Vinnie. Vinnie got out one night.
He ran across my neck, and I did something I don't think I'll ever be able to repeat.
I woke up, grabbed him, tossed him in the air, and then caught him by the tail... all in one swift movement.
Then I squinted at him in the dark and mumbled, "Vinnie?"
He peered back at me with his beedy red eyes as if to say, "Well, damn. Nevermind."
I specifically remember thinking to myself that it was a mouse on me, and that I needed to get it by it's tail 'cause then it wouldn't bite... I was told by the pet store that it also didn't hurt them... rats are another story I am told.
He ran across my neck, and I did something I don't think I'll ever be able to repeat.
I woke up, grabbed him, tossed him in the air, and then caught him by the tail... all in one swift movement.
Then I squinted at him in the dark and mumbled, "Vinnie?"
He peered back at me with his beedy red eyes as if to say, "Well, damn. Nevermind."
I specifically remember thinking to myself that it was a mouse on me, and that I needed to get it by it's tail 'cause then it wouldn't bite... I was told by the pet store that it also didn't hurt them... rats are another story I am told.
Actually whether it's a mouse or rat, holding it by the tail can hurt them. You should never do it unless there is absolutely no other way to grab the animal, and even then you need to hold the base of the tail, or else you can do damage.
Did the pet store also tell you that they won't bite if you hold them by the tail? That's a lie too. It's been my experience that you will get bit the fastest if you hold them that way. Mice and rats are super strong and limber, and can curl right up to your fingers and bite before you'll even notice what's happening.
Just so you know for future pet mice!
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Did the pet store also tell you that they won't bite if you hold them by the tail? That's a lie too. It's been my experience that you will get bit the fastest if you hold them that way. Mice and rats are super strong and limber, and can curl right up to your fingers and bite before you'll even notice what's happening.
Just so you know for future pet mice!
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I had a hamster that got out a lot, and a cat who would follow it around until I came and found it. This is only odd because all the cats I've ever owned have been bred and raised to be brutal mouse maimers, and the cat would have been expected to eat the poor little thing.
I also lived with a wild mouse who, one night while I was in a fit of insomnia, ran across my bare stomach, ate out of my yogurt cup, and ran around on my stomach some more while I watched. Then it stared at me for a while before running into my bedroom and helped itself to my crackers. Brazen little thing.
Mice feet are cold, by the way.
I also lived with a wild mouse who, one night while I was in a fit of insomnia, ran across my bare stomach, ate out of my yogurt cup, and ran around on my stomach some more while I watched. Then it stared at me for a while before running into my bedroom and helped itself to my crackers. Brazen little thing.
Mice feet are cold, by the way.
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