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RIP Little Lanfear

Little Lanfear was a fighter. I first thought she was going to die back in November. She had a huge tumor, and she had somehow cut it, and her sister and mom had just died….but she made it.
She even gnawed off the tumor a few times, while I wasn’t looking! Not that I could really stop her…she tended to do whatever it was she wanted to do, and no amount of trying to scare her would stop her. She was a complete badass.
Hell, less than a week ago, she was still kicking the asses of anyone who stole her peanuts. You see, mice really like peanuts, so we would give them peanuts as a treat sometimes. But mice aren’t too perceptive, and would often fight over a single peanut when there were many other peanuts in the nearby areas, or, more often, one would just grab the peanut out of the other’s mouth and try to walk away with it. Some mousies would let it go, but not Lanfear. She’d chase after that mousie and grab that peanut right back, and there was nothing that would stop her from getting that peanut back!
Even at the end she was a fighter…. she seemed to like the dark better than the light, so we had her under this little hidie thing (they like to hide under them when they sleep). She was barely able to move. When I woke up this morning (I tried to sit vigil with her, but there was a chance I was going to need to drive this morning, so I couldn’t) she had managed to crawl out from under there. She wanted to leave in the open air.
She was buried in a heart-shaped box this morning next to her sister and her mom. The ground was cold, but we managed to get down deep enough.
Goodbye Lanfear. You were my sniffler, always sniffling around, investigating everything, leaving no tube unexplored. You brought unmeasurable amounts of happiness to me, and I will forever miss you. You will never be able to be replaced. I love you Lanfear. Enjoy the mousie afterlife! ❤ ❤
Excuse me while I go lose my shit in an attempt to be ready for work today. Because I sure as hell am not going to be able to get through it in my current state.

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The Mousie Afterlife

Once upon a time ago, I had two mice. Padawan and Asmodean (or Asmo, for short). Then Asmodean ended up being male, Padawan became a mother, and for a while, there was uncertainty about how I would take care for all the mousies.
Eventually, friends and family took care of some of them, and the other ones went to a pet store that sold pet mice and feed mice separate, and I ended up with six mice.
Padawan, Ghost, Lanfear, Bastilla, Crackmouse, and Arya.
Ghostie died one night unexpectedly. She had had a few seizures, but she hadn’t had one in over a month. We thought she had been doing better. We were quite upset.
Padawan died 24 hours later. Seriously. I came home from work, and was worried I was having dejavu, because I went to the mousie tank, like I always do, and she was laying in almost the exact same position,in almost the exact same part of the tank, almost exactly 24 hours after I had found Ghostie (I had gotten out of work the same time both nights). Padawan, however, had a big scary tumor, so her death wasn’t completely unexpected. However, she had seemed fine up until that day, so we had thought we’d have some more time with her.
It was hard to have two mice die within 24 hours of each other. Especially the ones that did. Padawan had been the mommy mouse, and I had had her the longest. And Ghostie had been the runt of the litter, and the only grey and white mousie out of both litters that Padawan had. She was my secret favorite. I would reach in and pet her, and she would let me pet her a few times before running away, unlike the other mice, who would like to bite me if I got too close. So Boyfriend and I made up a story. Either though neither of us is religious, or believes in an afterlife for humans, we made up a mousie afterlife. The mousie afterlife was a pretty sweet place for mouses. They could have all sorts of adventures they couldn’t have while they were alive, because now they didn’t have to worry about any sorts of predators or dying or anything. And we decided that our mice would be circumnavigating the world in a little mousie sized ship. And when a mousie died, they’d wake up on the ship. And instead of being upset about dying, they’d be happy to see their family members they hadn’t seen in a while. And they wouldn’t hurt anymore and be happy and no more tumors ever again.
I write about the mousie afterlife…because I fear that Lanfear will soon be joining them. She has barely moved since last night. She has trouble righting herself. She seems weak and…I just think she’s not long for this world. She’s had tumors, started having them soon after Padawan did, but while Padawan died quickly, Lanfear has been fine for a long time. Hell, she even chewed off her tumors once or twice when I wasn’t there to soothe her. I joked that she would outlive all the other mice, and hell, I half started to believe that myself. She was beast….but she’s taken a sharp turn downhill. And she may surprise me…but I’m not holding my breath. I’m gonna lose my shit…already losing my shit but I’ve got work and I can’t call out and I’m not sure how well I’m going to be able to keep it together. We love you Little Lanfear, and hope that you somehow have a miraculous recovery, but, if not, we hope your passing is as painless as possible, and that you have a great time with your mom and sister in the mousie afterlife.

Mice!

My birthday was  back in May. At the time, my boyfriend promised me mice, and all the stuff to set up their habitat. But we needed to wait for the right time.  We were going to be moving at the end of the month, and then there was moving around for work and such. But over the summer, we were finally able to get them. YAY!

I have two of them. Asmodean is black and white, and was named after one of the Forsaken in the Wheel of Time books. Padawan is kinda light brownish, and was originally named Bastilla, after the character in Knights of the Old Republic, but her name got switched to Padawan because it seemed to fit better. Sometimes she’s still called Bastilla, though. :-p

So, I bought them, thinking they were both female. They were both in the female tank, after all. I picked them myself, after much thought and deliberation and switching back and forth, trying to pick the bestest two mice!

Asmodean ended up being a dude. All of a sudden, one day, BAM! Mouse testicles.

The conversation went a bit like this:

Me: Boyfriend, come here! Asmodean has giant mouse balls!

Boyfriend: …yep. Those look like gigantic mouse balls. Fuck.

The really “funny” bit? The character Asmodean was named after was a male. And then Asmodean ended up being a dude mouse. **sighs and shakes fist at the sky** Really now?

So, I brought them back to the pet store, to see if Asmodean was actually a boy, and see what I could do. They offered to take Asmodean and exchange him for a female mouse. But that wasn’t okay! I had had them for at least a month at that point. I had bonded with them. No money off of a new tank so that I could keep them separated. No money off of getting mice to keep them company. They didn’t want to help me. And they gave me mean looks because I was crying at the prospect of maybe having to give up one of my mice, who I loved and named and bonded with. They really didn’t care that due to their mistake, I was either going to have to spend a lot of money or do something very emotionally upsetting. Boyfriend and my friend Zrad who were with me saw how upset I was, and they took me out of the store, and told me we’d figure out some other way. They saw me sobbing in the middle of the store, heard and saw how mean the people were being, and decided that they weren’t going to let me go through that.

So, we decided to use this metal mesh stuff to cut the tank in half. At first, I thought it was a brilliant idea. They would still be able to see and interact with each other, but and they’re have something to climb, to give them extra recreation time, but they’d be kept separate, so no mouse hanky-panky. But that didn’t work. First, they figured out how to climb to the top and push the lid up JUST enough to slide over. So I put heavy stuff on the top. Then they started repeatedly eating away at the tape that I had used to secure the mesh stuff. Then I managed to stuff some stuff in there that was too thick for them to chew through….and then I found them the next morning cuddling. I STILL don’t know how that one happened…the barriers were still in place, with super heavy things on top to keep them from climbing over. I just don’t know.

So, due to my inability to keep them separated…and the fact that they were showing signs on stress (overgrooming, barely playing at all, decreased food intake…) I took out the mesh. They either didn’t have enough space on each side, or they were lonely. Maybe they would view each other as brother and sister, I thought.

On Thursday morning, I heard a bunch of squeaking, but I thought nothing of it. They squeak sometimes, it’s nothing TOO strange…except there was a lot of squeaking, almost constantly, and it was still going on when I came back from my interview (after 11:30 or so). I had a sinking feeling in my tummy, but I had to confirm. I tipped up the log where they tend to hide……and there were mouse babies. A LOT of babies.

I counted 9, but I had trouble. They were all in a little pile, moving around and squeaking, and I couldn’t touch them, ’cause otherwise Padawan would eat them. So I don’t know how accurate that count was. But there were at least nine, if not more. And as long as Padawan and Asmodean haven’t eaten any of them, that’s how many there still are.

The worst part? Asmodean is trying for a repeat! Padawan went to go get food, ’cause she was hungry. She had, after all, given birth, and spent almost the entire day awake (they’re nocturnal, mostly…). Before she was able to pick any food up…Asmodean was on top of her, thrusting…I tried yelling, “DUDE! What the fuck are you doing? She gave birth today! LOOK DOWN IN SHAME!!!!!”…but he didn’t listen. Ended up having to knock on the side of their tank, which made Padawan run and protect her babies. 😦

So, now I’m visiting my mom for the weekend, to get another tank. My mom has one in her basement, ’cause my current employment situation prohibits me from buying a new one (I quit the horrible job, more later…) . Gonna separate them once I get home. I’m going to keep one of the male babies and one of the female babies, because the mice are social creatures and will get stressed if going for too long without friends. I mean, I COULD hypothetically devote hours and hours of time to each of them to keep them company, but added on top of how much I already try to play with them… I wouldn’t have time for anything else! I already have to throw away some of their food, ’cause they shit in their food and it gets too nasty before they finish it, so it’s not like it’ll take more food..

If anyone in the New Hampshire area wants a little baby mouse (or two…or more!), let me know, and maybe we can work something out once they’re old enough. My friends get first dibs, though 😉

But, I must go spend some time with my mommy now. Ta!

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