For those of you who don't know, Paige has two gerbils. I have to admit, animals are not my thing. I have to pick up after my human family, why throw an animal into the mix? Well, Popcorn, the oldest of the two, has become Hudini in escaping from his cage. A couple of days ago, David and I were in our rooms watching TV and I heard squeaking from our closet and Popcorn was sitting there looking up at me. (Seeing David hopping around the room trying to capture him was quite funny.) Monday night around 3 am I hear the squeaking again, but I choose to ignore it, at that hour. On Tuesday morning when David was kissing me goodbye he asks me,"guess who I found in the Pantry?" My guess was Evan, but it was Popcorn. I don't mind the gerbils as long as Paige takes care of them. I do mind when he escapes and leaves little poop pellets all over my house that I have to clean up. (I'm just a slight germaphobe!) Better yet, I love when I sweep the downstairs floor that are dark brown hardwoods and finding his little "treats" in the dustpan and wondering, as I try to keep from heaving, "how many times have I or the kids walked on these and didn't know it????"
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