As I write this, it’s late and The Husband and I have exhausted ourselves building a cage for the 5 rats that we now own. Yes, five.
Sloppy Joe met his end on Sunday. We replaced him with Jacob, but when we introduced Jacob and Max, Max about bit his ear off. He’s kind of an a-hole. So, Max just earned himself the privilege of living out the rest of his life in The A-hole Box (a cage by himself), and Jacob got to bring one of his cagemates from the pet store home; he’s Esau.
Then, we have Misses Jane and Elizabeth Bennet. They came to reside with us when The Husband went to the pet store to replace Levi and failed to make sure the rat he was purchasing had testicles. Did you know that rats only gestate for 3 weeks, have 12 babies (or more) at a time, and ovulate every 21 days?! Oh-ho-ho-ho no. So, the male rats and female rats have to live in separate houses so they don’t, in the words of G, “hook their penises and vulvas together and make babies out of them.” o.O
So, we’ve converted a cheap laminate shelving unit into a rat paradise. It’s a duplex with the Girl Unit, a Boy Unit and a solitary confinement area for Max within the Boy Unit. The girls are all moved in with their igloo, tunnel, food, water, and litter box. The boys will be in soon.
AND, to summarize, I’m tired and you get a picture of rats. Boom.