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Of jirds and turtles

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

Jirds, those wonderful (and silly) creatures that most people refer to as gerbils. As you may (or may not) already know, I have two gerbils; Chocolate and Caramel. They live in an orange plastic thing that I call a bubble. It’s filled (not to the brim, obviously) with wood chips and coconut shells and wooden buildings and sand-pit and a bottle of water. And some paper towel tubes that exist in their true form for about 14.4 seconds after putting them in the bubble. The two gerbils just happily gnaw away at them like a bunch of piranas in the Amazon river gnaw at a dead fish or a bull. Or a person. I don’t know if the piranas are particularly happy to gnaw at a bull, but my gerbils are visibly cheerful with the tubes.

I wonder at times if they can see the turtle, who lives across the room. The turtle seems to notice the gerbils tho. At times when I’m sitting here on my pooter (where i can silently monitor both animal habitats and the internet) I see the gerbils making a racket by kicking up the wood chips and then see the turtle pausing his swim as to take a look at what’s going on with the silly furry things. But then again, he’s a turtle and those things apparently have a lot more brain than two gerbils combined.

Caramel is clearly more suspicious of everything, except when it comes to me. He’s all friendly and shit when I stick my hand in the bubble. But when it comes to Strange & Weird sounds and/or movements around their habitat (or in fact in the house), like me sneezing or Very Dangerously Leaning A Bit Back On My Chair he immediately streaks like a caramel-colored lightning to his wee little house. And starts tapping with his foot. What is it with the tapping? Seriously, I know it is a form of communicating very typical for these kinds of small rodents, because the vocals they make are tiny squeaks and of course banging your foot to the ground tends to be heard at longer distances. But what is the point, if he stays in a relatively small bubble that he knows through and through and knows there are no other gerbils besides Chocolate there and good lawd, he’s right there next to him, why bother with the drumming? It gets even more stupid when the pair is standing back to back, both drumming. Pa-pa-pa. Pa-pa-pa. Pa-pa. Pa-pa.

I suspect they are trying to communicate with the turtle. Conniving an elaborate plan to destroy me. So they can have all the red apple gerbil treats AT ONCE!

ps. Frosty, my mom’s (and mine, in a way that my mom owning a dog is the closest i’ll ever be to owning a dog because of stupid allergies) dog died on the week of summer solstice. I can’t talk about it yet, because I feel still so damn sad about it. But I will (probably) talk about it, later on. Maybe.


Monday, November 22nd, 2010

The zoo that we keep in out little house on the hill just got a little bit bigger last Friday. And when I say a little bit bigger, I mean a little bit.

Teeny-tiny stinkpot turtle named Leroy Raatikainen moved in!

He’s honestly the funniest creature I’ve seen for a looooong time. He looks like E.T. when he’s stretching his neck above the water. Also he doesn’t look particularly graceful like big sea turtles when swimming about. He looks more like… I dunno… Rachel from Friends running Phoebe-style. ๐Ÿ˜€


Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

You know, I’m not so bummed about losing my job as I am losing my office space. I know I know, weird, eh? (to tell you the truth losing the job picks my butt SO fucking bad i cannot fathom it)

The biggest reason I’m going to miss this office space is the red little fella who’s been running up and down the tree trunks behind my window. It’s a terribly cute squirrel. I’ve seen him everyday and I think he has seen me, because at times he stops to sit on a branch and stares back at me. Either with a food item (i suppose) in his mouth or just … you know, sitting there, all squirrely-like. He has this beautiful, rusty-red shaded fur and he seems to be in a very good health, judging from the lack of bald spots on his fur or tail for that matter. I guess I’ll be making a small adjustment to my normal walking routes and start passing this building with pocket full of nuts every other day or so.

Damn I’m going to miss that squirrel. Sqrl.


Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

Our miniature hamster Bill (named after bill clinton) had to be put down today. Sads. ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ™

Bill was almost two years of age, which is kinda old for a mini, ya know. Yesterday evening I wondered why he didn’t munch on his favorite munch, knรคckebrรถd. Turns out that some time during the last week one of his front teeth had fallen off. He was still downing soft stuff, like minced meat and the watery bits of cucumber and some fruit, but not anything hard. ๐Ÿ™ I pondered over his fate for the night and this morning, crying like waterfall I called the vet and made the appointment.

We buried him on our backyard in a tiny box. It was a box of strawberry treats, his favourite treats. ๐Ÿ™

Rest in peace, great man. <3


Thursday, March 11th, 2010

So to cheer me up in a day filled with leaky nose and even more leaky eyes and generally feeling like a piรฑata after a birthday party, my sister and I took ourselves to the local pet store. I instantly turn into a two-week old by going gaga and gogo (and probably uuh-la-la, ombaa rombambaa and so on) for little furry animals. Two miniature hamster babies, oo! A big bunny, aaa! Black gerbil, awwww! And fishies (i know they’re not furry, bear with me).

In a lower tank there were some cichlids (cichlidae?) swimming about with a tag “We came from a small aquarium and are looking to live in a bigger one”. Among the cichlidae was a lone Siamese algae eater. A huge one, that was. So I asked the teller how big should the bigger be. She said over 150 liters. I said I have a 160, to which she replied in a very hopeful tone “wouldn’t you take the algae eater?”. So I said yes. Because the poor thing had been with two of his buddies to begin with, but some heartless cunt of a customer had only wanted two and not the third one. ๐Ÿ™ The Big One was bagged and tagged and off I and my sister went.

At home after proper adjustments I released The Big One into our tank to meet & greet with my two fellow algae eaters. The three immediately started bonding and The Big One seemed to be happy. He even got his colour back in just a few minutes of dancing about with the two smaller ones.

Janne came home and I told him to take a look at the tank and tell me if he spotted anything different.

“Oh wow. That’s a big one. He’s George, ok?”

Ok. George it is. <3