I think an aspect I really enjoy about hiking is the giant bath that’s waiting for me at the end of it all. If anyone wants to learn patience, they cam come with me on the 1.5hour drive up to Malibue (past Pepperdine), and another 1.5 hours back down south of Torrance. I spent ( and will spend next weekend) more time in the car than I did on the trail. And at the end of that stinky car ride, there’s a nice hot bath replete with lavender, shampoo & conditioner. Ahhh!
Now that it is summer, the 1 north is jam-packed, crawling at 15mph all the way up, and 10mph all the way down. I’ve just about mastered doing this desiring the death of anyone. I played a “Pray the Rosary” CD the majority of the way there, and raucous Country on the way back (i.e. the Band Perry’s “Done”). It was about 100 degrees outside and I hiked 2+ miles in 90 minutes. I was stinky, stinky the way I can get after 2-3 days of shower-less camping.
Don’t worry, I smell prettier and girlier at the moment; but not before I offended people at Sport Chalet. One problem I have with a fast, intense hike is that I get cold quickly once I’m done, and driving back in 80 degrees with the heater on is a special experience. So I went in intending to purchase one of those special dry-wick hiking jackets, and picked up a few supplies for hiking (i.e. survival blanket, flares). I took my stinky 5’3″ frame at 120lbs to the counter and inquired about getting a knife and the response was “If you know how to use it”. I’m peeved about that – as I know a man in the same situation would not have been told that. I don’t desire to hack my arm off, just be able to create splints in case of a sprain; or stab the bobcats I spy.
Anyway, I’m going back to my beer & T.V.
The little one with the infection/allergy (possibly internal mites; costs $100+ at vet), is calmer and less scratching following a bath yesterday, and some mite spray today. I’ve decided to call her corn cob, since that’s what the poor little thing feels like. She’s amenable to scurrying/playing around without too much stress. Her cagemate, I’ve named (renamed?) Pickle, because she’s stuck in a glass tank and quarantined; through no fault of her own. I wish I had photos after their baths – so cute!
I have qualms at the idea of giving these little furries a safe place and then returning them to the same person & classroom in which they have incurred harm and unhealthy situations. These are bred to be pet mice, not eek-infestion-chewing-through-wires mice. If released in the wild, they would not be able to fend for themselves because they have been domesticated since prior 1000 B.C. in China!
Unfortunately I don’t have the capacity/funds to get vet shots for a mousie at $100 a pop; let alone a mousie that is not mine, and I won’t be compensated. I’m not sure how long she’s been afflicted with the mites, and she’ll eventually become anemic and die if it’s been too long. All I can do is the same as i had done for Sammy, which is give her all the good food, water, and bedding; and comfort.
I just dry heaved into the kitchen sink. I guess I shouldn’t be eating while writing about critter abuse and reading articles about the loss of the Defense of Marriage Act. I hope I won’t have a vomit-inducing dream for the second time this week.
I was so upset last night. My sister’s boyfriend’s sister (i.e. possible future sister-in-law) is leaving for India and needed someone to watch her two classroom pet mice. The girls have their own large tank with wire mesh top. I offered to take them for the summer because after Samuel the Hamster died in May, I brought two little mice home: Rita & Rachel.
I was told to not worry about one of the girlies because she “just has this scratching thing”. I took 10 minutes out of my evening after Bible Study to research causes of rashes, scratching and fur loss in mice. In ten minutes I was able to discover this mouse had a painful allergy to aspen shavings for bedding.
I decided she could not continue living in this condition any longer, and especially felt upset about this. I cleaned out the shavings, found moldy fruit snacks (remember, a classroom pet), unwashed tank. I scrubbed their running wheel, cubby/hut, waterbottle and food bowl with lavender soap. Cleaned cage with vinegar, and gave fresh water with some vitamin mix from Petsmart. Cage is now lined with CareFresh Ultra and timothy hay, tissue paper.
She’s calmer. A bit of Neosporin on her sores and scabs seems to have helped as well.
What has upset me a lot is not only the animal cruelty of letting an animal remain in pain. I’m not PETA and I like a hamburger or bison burger just as much as the next carnivore. Additionally these are classroom pets where children are supposed to be learning caring for each other and other creatures on God’s green earth. They are supposed to be learning empathy and self-less caring and how to do what needs to be done to alleviate the pain of others. Yet, these little mice were not shown any of this!
and the misinformed, I hate it/them/it all. I hate to see it in my blog feed, in my emails, and at work. I dislike it most of all at work because we’re all supposed to be educated mental health professionals, and some people push/shovel/mop the same damned stigmas and stereotypes around. Smearing the floors, stinking up the air, and throwing my/your/our hard work out the door. These foulers are looked to as the bastions of truth, because it reinforces the idiocy out there.