|Wherein I ramble about my new obsessions, new mouse, and the current state of my house.
||[Jul. 25th, 2013|11:55 am]
I'm super late to this, but I just started watching Heroes a few days ago. I was instantly hooked! I'm sad, though, because everyone says that it's only good in the first season. I'm pretty sure that so long as Milo's character sticks around, I'll keep watching. I needed something to be obsessed with while Supernatural, Hannibal, Doctor Who, and Walking Dead are on hiatus.
Hannibal, guys. Gorgeous cinematography, fantastic acting, intriguing characters, and deeply disturbing plot lines/images. I highly recommend it if you can handle serial killer stories and gruesome imagery. Do not eat while watching.
Tyrine and I decided that we needed something cute and furry to travel with us to conventions and keep us company when we have downtime at the art tables. I opted to purchase a feeder mouse from Petco. I knew I wanted a female (less smell), one that appeared young and healthy, and that didn't seem terribly skittish because if you start out with a super scared mouse they are much harder to tame. Most places in the past have let me stick my hands in the cage to play with the mice, back when I just needed a rodent fix. Hard to find exactly what I'm looking for if I can't feel them out, right? But not this store. The girl said she was not allowed to let me touch the cage, she'd just have to catch the one I wanted. With a resigned sigh, I pointed to a couple of cute ones and said I'd see them first. Her attempt to catch them was amusing, to say the least. She ended up pulling a tp roll out of the cage so they couldn't hide in it, and inside was a red eyed, tan colored mouse all hunched over and sneezing, with tear staining all around her face.
"I'll look at her." I said, pointing at the tube in her hand. She shook the poor little thing out and handed her over. There was no putting her back after that. The little mouse groomed herself in my palm, interrupted constantly by her own sneezing, but overall she seemed content to be handled.
I frowned at Tyrine. "It has to be her. She's sick, I can't just leave her. I don't know how long she'll make it, though. This upper respiratory stuff can be hard for them to get over."
The woman helping us interjected with their return policy, if the worst should occur. It didn't really matter, I wouldn't be coming back to this particular store anyway. We were in San Diego, and would be driving back to Missouri in a few days. That didn't give the mouse much time to gain her strength before a long and stressful drive, but if she didn't get better quickly I doubted her chances of living more than a day or so.
The employee offered one of those little cardboard boxes to take her home in, but I'd come prepared with an adorable little wire cage I'd purchased earlier that day in China Town. With the sale completed, we headed back to Tyrine's mom's house and dubbed the mouse Graham Cracker (named after Wil Graham in Hannibal).
The next day, Graham Cracker didn't move around too much. She huddled in a ball when she slept, her fur appeared unkempt, and you could hear her rapid breathing from outside of the cage. I was encouraged by the fact that she was eating, but not by much. Her food was supplemented with a few tiny pieces of fresh fruit and veggies but I didn't know how much that would help. By that evening, she had perked up a little, and was eager to explore outside of her cage for short amounts of time.
Two days later, she seemed so much better, and wasn't overly stressed by the car ride at all. Her cage was next to me in the van, and I'd let her out frequently while she was awake, giving her the option of returning to her cage if she wanted. At one point she fell asleep for 2 hours in the palm of my hand. <3
She's been with us for a couple of weeks now. She no longer sneezes much, her fur is sleek and shiny, and she's not the least bit shy. This weekend will be her first convention trip to Louisville. :)
And finally, the state of my house. We are looking to move much sooner than we'd anticipated. The damage in the crawlspace is far worse than we were lead to believe. So far, we have been unsuccessful in finding contractors with workers willing to touch it. We're waiting to hear back from one, but the cost was potentially going to be $13000+. Originally, we were thinking we'd just suck it up and pay for it, but the longer we wait to hear back, the more we are thinking we just want OUT of this place. We know the wiring is faulty, we already had to replace the roof, a wall needs extensive work, and now there's a good chance the floor is going to collapse. I'm so anxious about all of this. We have spoken to a realtor who's coming out on Monday night to take a look at the house and discuss our options.