The Adventures of Petsitting

These are my friend's, Jennifer, rats.
These boys are huge but very very sweet.

Darcy was feeling threatened by them. I let the big guys walk around my bed for about thirty minutes before putting them up. I then took my boys out and hung out with them for a bit. Darcy got on the floor and rushed over to where our guests were staying. There is a little window for the big guys to poke their heads out and check out the world. Darcy stuck his nose in there and started sniffing like nobody's business. There was some spitting and I could see Darcy was getting mad.

What were these guys doing in his house? This was HIS house. HE was alpha. No one else could be alpha!

I tried to dissipate the situation. My plan was to put Darcy back on the bed with the others so we could calm down and talk about it. But I smelled so strongly already of our guests, and he was so mad that they were in his room, that when I picked him up he hopped like mad onto my hand and tore my hand-flesh apart.

At first I thought he would bite and realize it was me, so I just let him tear at me. But I quickly realized that was not the case. He was tearing at me and digging into my hand. I let him down then tried to catch him with a towel.

I probably would have gotten him if I hadn't started gushing blood. I decided to leave the rat to his bad mood and go take care of the bleeding hand.

When I got to Sam's room, it was already swelling. I wasn't sure exactly what I needed, and I HAD to show Sam my hand, so I was being all dramatic in the bathroom. I ran it under some water. The joints in my fingers started feeling sore and then they started hurting. It was an unexpected pain, so I sat down on the floor. I was really surprised by how much my extremities were hurting.

Eventually the pain went down and Sam and I were laughing about the whole thing. We went back to my room and wrangled ourselves some rats.

Darcy behaved. I think I scared the shit out of him, poor baby and didn't realize it was me until I put him down. I let him sniff my wound and now he's moping in his cage.

Link was really upset by all the drama and hid inside the bed. It took a little while to find him and we had to coax him out. He was worried, poor little guy! We let him know everything was okay, though, before putting him back.

The picture doesn't exactly express how FUCKING SWOLLEN my hand is. It's also bruised everywhere. My hand is still bleeding, but just a little, because... well, yeah, blood is circulating in there. Funny how that works, isn't it?

(I'm about to put a compress on it, I just had to tell the world about my crazy times first)

Also, I'm pretty sure this motherfucker is going to scar. Which, I'll be honest, I look forward to retelling this story. So it's okay.