Well, Halloween pt.2, anyway. Some of you were there so already know this, but on Saturday night we hosted a kickin’ Halloween Party. Probably one day I’ll put up pictures (if I ever get them off of my camera, anyway).
The next day, 50 mph winds took out most of our outdoor decorations, so yesterday happicow and I had to rescue Halloween proper. I think we managed to successfully salvage things, so it only makes sense to have more festivities tonite, right?
So, in honor of the occassion I’m gonna have a scary movie (here’s what I have, feel free to bring more!) / lan party / whatever night at my place tonite, if anyone’s interested. We can hang out and terrorize trick-or-treaters, too! If you’re in, just get in touch beforehand and come over some time after 17:00.
For the past few weeks, I’d noticed him getting bonier, but I just chalked it up to him getting old (he was two years old, and rats only live for 2-3 years, generally). Today, I found him lying on the bottom of the cage, not doing too well at all. We called the Cornell Animal hospital (getting a poor vet student out of bed), and after a bit of “troubleshooting”, and Crumb getting worse, brought him in. At the hospital, he wasn’t breathing too well, so they put him on oxygen. That didn’t work, and they performed CPR. That worked, but he was no longer breathing on his own. The apparent root cause is a massive stomach tumor he had, which apparently took up most of his stomach, and likely spread to other parts of his body.
At this point, the only humane option was to put him down. It’s not likely that he suffered.
Tonight while I was playing WoW, Dexter chased something flying and flappy into my room. At first I thought is was a large moth (it was dark, and all I saw was a blur), but then I realized it was way too large for that… It was a bat!
It was completely awesome, but also a bit scary because it was flapping all over to get away from the cat, and I didn’t want to have to go get rabies shots in case I got cut. So, after yelling for Andrea to come and see, and then hiding behind her like a little girl as she tried to catch it with gardening gloves for protection (we both screamed like little girls a few times here), we let it go in the backyard.
I hope it doesn’t die. It was cute, despite being mildly virally threatening.
We don’t know how it got in, but I imagine it lives in our attic with friends, and Andrea theorized that it crawled into the house proper via the crack under the cubbyhole door in happicow‘s room.