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Jan. 19th, 2018 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_sporking_ratSoooo I go to pick up one of my mice. She PEEPS and runs, because sure I haven’t eaten her the last hundred-something times I’ve handled her but TODAY COULD BE THE DAY
But she doesn’t hide. She doesn’t go for cover into her igloo or box or paper tube or the numerous hidey-holes they’ve dug around the cage.
No, she goes INTO HER WHEEL. And starts RUNNING. To escape me. In her wheel.
These mice, bless their hearts.
But she doesn’t hide. She doesn’t go for cover into her igloo or box or paper tube or the numerous hidey-holes they’ve dug around the cage.
No, she goes INTO HER WHEEL. And starts RUNNING. To escape me. In her wheel.
These mice, bless their hearts.
