I may or may not have enlightened you guys with our Christmas. I feel as though I may have left a few minor details out.
One of which was a Christmas present.
We bought the kids mice.
I have to tell you that I do NOT buy anything that requires me to clean a cage, kennel, aquarium, litter box, etc. I have dogs which means I can open my door and they run outside to do their dirty work. They can also be walked around the neighborhood and do it there as well. I do not like creatures that poop on you when you hold them.
Just not my cup of tea.
When Christmas came around I thought..."The kids do really want oneand I always say no. They don't cost very much so it would be a really cool present." I told the hubby and we decided to go for it. The stipulation was that I was not going to touch them or their living arrangements. The hubby was the main go-to guy for all thingsmouse.
Three mice: white, tan & gray.
The white one we gave to Sarah because it was the largest of them all and we knew that if anyone where to be too rough with their creature that it would be her. The smallest (gray) was given to our son, Tony, for he has always shown the most responsibility and care for things. Maria got the tan guy.
Originally these little guys were parked into their hamster palace in the hallway. Unfortunately, the salesman was correct in telling us that mice are THE SMELLIEST of all rodents. I, the person who lacks the ability to smell things...would GAG every time I passed the hall. It did not matter if the cage was cleaned yesterday...it just smelledthat bad.
Last week I moved the mice into the kids bathroom. I then proceeded to turn on the fan and shut the door. The door had to remain SHUT at all times so that the entire house would not stink.
Once it warmed up they were moved outside.
A few days ago I witnessed Maria and Sarah jumping on the trampoline with their mice. The mice were on the trampoline while they jumped. I actually thought to myself...that might be a quick fix to the smelly problem.
Yesterday while I was making dinner Maria and Tony were jumping on the trampoline. Sarah, who is currently grounded, informed me that she was worried because they had her mouse out there and she did not want it hurt. I told her to get it and put it back.
It was not until dinner time that Sarah came to me and expressed concern about the gray mouse. Apparently he fell off the trampoline? There was concern over a broken leg. I did not hear the whole story completely because by this time Tony is mad at Sarah for coming to us and Tommy and I realize we've got a problem on our hands. The hubby retrieved the gray mouse from the hut and the poor guy was just laying there. He was alive but not being the funny, cute and sweet little mouse he usually is.
He's cute and sweet.
Even if he smells.
Since we could not determine if anything was broken we did not kill him out of mercy. We were just unsure of the situation. The hubby was going to have our son kill it so that he could understand that you have to protect the little creatures...and if they are suffering you put them out of their misery.
But we did not do that.
This morning before school we discovered Rocky buried underneath the bedding...dead. Apparently he was on his way out last night.
I see my kids at this age where stupidity is in every equation. They look forward to reactions from their actions but for whatever reason they cannot comprehend the danger, hurt, or anger they may get as their reaction to their action.
Know what I mean?
So...now there are two.