Argh!

[oyceter]

So I was going to post on going salsa dancing for the first time, or on expertise as a measure of effort vs. talent, or a giant squee-full post on The Virtu, which ate my brain yesterday.

And then I woke up to find.... the cage door opened.

Holy fucking shit! I thought, still rather muddled from extreme allergies and waking up.

Bya poked his head out of the hammock and sleepily sniffed at me. At least he was still true to type and in the cage.

And then I looked at the room. Shredded paper and shredded random other things everywhere! GAH! I thought.

GAAAAAAH OMG YOU HORRIBLE EVIL RATS! I thought, as I saw the chewed holes in rachelmanija's bag of tatami kimono yarn, complete with random strands of yarn peeking through and one lonely ball sitting outside the bag, label torn to pieces. (fear not, thankfully the yarn itself is safe, no thanks to the rats)

Despite extreme anger, I managed to actually check the six million electrical cords in the room to discover that there was no fried rat body there, thank god and no thanks to their little rodent teeth.

And then I saw it.

My yarn! My yarn from my stash! My yarn from my stash that hangs in those sweater holder things you hang up in your closet! My yarn ON THE FLOOR IN A MESS!

"RUKI*! I am going to KILL YOU!" I yelled.

There were a few half-shredded labels, but most importantly... my yarn from the very top-most shelf was on the floor. My Claudia's hand-painted pure silk gorgeously dyed laceweight. My ArtFibers silk. My Jaeger Zephyr silk-merino laceweight. My Cherry Tree Hill hand-dyed sock yarn.

I raced over to carefully pet them and coo over them to make sure the evil rat had not mangled them, particularly the Claudia's silk laceweight which I will not even mention how much I paid for because it was just that gorgeous.

Ruki should thank his little ratty stars that my yarn is largely undamaged.

Then I raced around in a mad rush, trying to figure out which rats were still on the loose and if (heaven forbid) Ruki had made it out of the room and was currently terrorizing the rest of the house.

At that, several sleepy ratty heads poked out of the hammock. Ruki didn't even wake up when I poked at him to make sure it was actually him and not some cleverly constructed decoy.


* I am 99% certain that this is Ruki's doing, as a) he habitually and consistently attempts to escape from the bathtub and b) the other times the cage door has "accidentally" popped open (I now suspect Ruki of finessing this escape and others), I have panicked, only to find: Bya still sitting his fat rat butt in the cage, too lazy to even investigate the world outside; Ren huddled on the sofa or under the coffee table, adventurous enough to find places he remembers but then scared beyond measure at the wide world and unable to find his way back to the cage (which, by the way, is about three feet away); and Ruki. Ruki, running down the hallway, not just feet, but meters away from the rat room, much less the cage. Or Ruki, escaped from the rat room to the bathroom, where he plays circus balancing tricks on the edge of my laundry basket.

I knew I shouldn't have named him after Rukia. It is quite clear where his personality comes from. Also, I am certain that he knows he is the cutest of the three rats and takes mad advantage of this whenever he can.

Comments

[chomiji]

I'm so glad! I kept thinking about him whenever I was getting supper (mixed green, mostly) for the buns.