feeding mishap

[thejunipertree]

Feeding Aristotle tonight and he was being stupid-headed. Struck twice at the prey and missed both times, the second time garnering a face full of aspen. The Engineer went to rewarm the mouse up for me, because it was getting kind of cool to touch and I noticed Aristotle opening and closing his jaws.

Wood chip stuck in his mouth. Oh, great.

I pin him and flick it away, only to notice there's another one actually lodged in the entrance to his throat.

Again, I say: oh, great.

More pinning and a move to the bathroom later for better lighting, and the Engineer fishes the chip out with a pair of tweezers. It was the tiniest bit bloody, but his mouth seems to be ok. I put him back in the tank and he laid there for a few moments, breathing heavily and probably freaked all the fuck out, before moving into his warm-side hide.

I put the mouse on a paper towel in the tank, but I really don't think he'll eat it. He doesn't like still prey and seems to preferthe dead-mousie-dance for feeding time.

I'll call Dr. Joe tomorrow and see what he says about the entire spectacle.

I'm only freaking out a little bit. Just a little, I swear.

Really.

If I say it enough times, maybe I'll convince myself. :/

*edit*
SONOFABITCH!
That greedy little fucker ate the goddamn mouse!

The Engineer just went into my room to check on him and reported back that the mouse had vanished. Now, being a mouse of the dead variety, I am assuming it didn't just re-animate itself and is now lurking about in my bedroom somewhere.

Although the idea of that is actually kind of amusing.

Zombie mice. heh.

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