Tales from the Cage

I was bragging about my funny little sugar gliders this evening, and damn it if Kate is making me regret the compliments. I come home from the Christmas party and as soon as I walk into my room I flip on my lights, thus freezing the actions of the nocturnal sugar gliders. I promise them I'll turn the lights off in a second. Hero hangs on the side of the cage, as usual, and patiently waits for me to turn off the lights. Kate, as usual, darts into her sleeping pouch and but begins to make the "crabbing" sound - an irritating sounds that sugar gliders makes when they're scared (it sounds like an electric pencil sharpener). Having no idea what she's scared of, I go over there to pet the pouch and she quietens down (Hero is nowhere near Kate). 10 minutes later, I'm sitting in the dark and she is still making the sound. I'm not sure, but I think she's making the sound at a new toy in her cage - a large bird ladder that is hanging near the pouch. Who knew that my glider would be afraid of wood. I hope she stops soon, though, because I need sleep and the sound is very loud and irritating (Andy, Christine and April - you've heard it).

More about the Christmas party tomorrow, but I have to say this: I delved into a life I already left, and the grass is greener on my side now.