These were my gerbils when I was growing up. They lived in a gerbil
isolation unit cage on top of the toilet. Isn’t that where everyone keeps their gerbils so that they can scare the pee right out of you in the middle of the night. Well that is where we kept the cage. Except when I took the cage to the basement to clean it.
And fell down the stairs.
And broke the top off the cage.
And scared the gerbils so much that they stayed in the cage.
At first there were two gerbils. And I think we had been assured that they were both females. At least that is how I remember it. I would have had no idea how to check for that at that age so we just relied on the pet store. Not a good idea.
And then, one day, there were more than two gerbils. There was a nest of squirming pink hairless gerbil babies. SWEET! More gerbils to love and hug and play with and feed.
But we did not know something. Something vital. Something important.
You need to remove the Papa gerbil from the cage. Remove Papa Gerbil and break up the happy family??? Never!
And the next day there weren’t any squirming hairless pink baby gerbils. There was only fairly distraught Mama Gerbil.
And very full Papa Gerbil.
And then soon after that the gerbils escaped, ran under the sink in the bathroom and were never seen or heard from again.
I hope you enjoyed my gerbil story.
Blame it on NaBloPoMo.