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I have been terribly distracted from this site and my
reporting duties. This Zombie girl has
been on a quest for her perfect pet.
Since bats are out (damn you PETA) I gave mice a shot. They are cute and they were a great help to
Cinderella, so I bought one, what the hell? right?
Oh my friends, what a clusterfuck this turned into! The first mouse, dubbed Trixie was more spazzy than my mother driving in a snowstorm. She wasn’t eating, wasn’t sleeping, she essentially sat in the corner and stared absentmindedly like she had just been gang raped….and didn’t enjoy it.
I called the pet store to see if my mouse was defective and was told to get her friend, her roommate that had been left behind. I guess that makes sense, some animals need socializing more than others. This being my first shot at keeping mice, I did what I was told and picked up her sister, Lily.
I also had to re-up on a bigger tank, and some more mouse accessories. About 50 more dollars later I was good to go.
And henceforth, the clusterfuck continued. Trixie was still a spaz and Lily was mean. She wouldn’t let Trixie in the mouse house, she dragged her out by her tail! I was woken up at 6am by a mouse fight club! I am an avid pet lover, but these bitches had to go. They were impossibly fast, very unwilling to be held, and I was scared I would wake up one morning to a mouse massacre.
I took them back to the pet store today, where they were taken to the “wellness center” I’m choosing to believe that wasn’t code for the snake pit. Either way, good journey Trixie and Lily, you were an excellent cautionary tale.
Having apparently been the first person since the dawn of ever to return a pet, the paperwork took forever. I found myself looking around. None of the other small animals caught my interest, that was until suddenly a hamster appeared who was my match in every way. She was ginormous, totally mellow, let me rub her tummy, and was the perfect swirled mix of orange and black fur. Since I never pass up anything with Halloween colors, she has since moved in. All I have to say is this; we are already snuggling it up and watching the Walking Dead as if we’ve been doing it for years.
She is chillin in her hammy digs sound asleep. I feel like I have a cutie pie pet, and more than anything, I haven’t had a chance to get a squeaky wheel yet. (The mouse wheel was two sizes too small)
So here she is, Halle, named after the best holiday there is Halloween. She is orange and black and seemingly loves green beans, and is the official mascot for LivingDeadGirl.
Oh my friends, what a clusterfuck this turned into! The first mouse, dubbed Trixie was more spazzy than my mother driving in a snowstorm. She wasn’t eating, wasn’t sleeping, she essentially sat in the corner and stared absentmindedly like she had just been gang raped….and didn’t enjoy it.
I called the pet store to see if my mouse was defective and was told to get her friend, her roommate that had been left behind. I guess that makes sense, some animals need socializing more than others. This being my first shot at keeping mice, I did what I was told and picked up her sister, Lily.
I also had to re-up on a bigger tank, and some more mouse accessories. About 50 more dollars later I was good to go.
And henceforth, the clusterfuck continued. Trixie was still a spaz and Lily was mean. She wouldn’t let Trixie in the mouse house, she dragged her out by her tail! I was woken up at 6am by a mouse fight club! I am an avid pet lover, but these bitches had to go. They were impossibly fast, very unwilling to be held, and I was scared I would wake up one morning to a mouse massacre.
I took them back to the pet store today, where they were taken to the “wellness center” I’m choosing to believe that wasn’t code for the snake pit. Either way, good journey Trixie and Lily, you were an excellent cautionary tale.
Having apparently been the first person since the dawn of ever to return a pet, the paperwork took forever. I found myself looking around. None of the other small animals caught my interest, that was until suddenly a hamster appeared who was my match in every way. She was ginormous, totally mellow, let me rub her tummy, and was the perfect swirled mix of orange and black fur. Since I never pass up anything with Halloween colors, she has since moved in. All I have to say is this; we are already snuggling it up and watching the Walking Dead as if we’ve been doing it for years.
She is chillin in her hammy digs sound asleep. I feel like I have a cutie pie pet, and more than anything, I haven’t had a chance to get a squeaky wheel yet. (The mouse wheel was two sizes too small)
So here she is, Halle, named after the best holiday there is Halloween. She is orange and black and seemingly loves green beans, and is the official mascot for LivingDeadGirl.
_So, on behalf of both Halle and I, we would like to wish you
a fattening, overstuffed, deliciously wonderful Thanksgiving!
ZOMBIE KISSES XOXO
ZOMBIE KISSES XOXO