well, my roommate and i are two proud owners of a pair of gerbils named haiku and tanka (which, in case you were wondering, is not named after a truck . . . rather, a tanka is another form of short japanese poetry). anyhoo, i had tanka out of the cage, running around on the couch while i was typing on my computer. she darted around, probing in one corner of the couch, scattering in between cushion crevices, examining the couch’s edge. soon, she crawls across my lap and slides between my leg and the arm of the couch. i feel her moving around, going further into the corner . . .
suddenly, i don’t feel her anymore. i stand up quickly and look.
she isn’t there.
my eyes scan the floor, watching for a quick little gray rodent.
nothing.
i then tear the cushions off the couch, expecting to see her underneath . . .
nada.
it was then that a realized that there was a small hole . . .
i leaned down, placing ear against the naked couch.
inside . . . inside the couch . . . came the pitter-patter of little feet.
five minutes later, with my roommate tilting the couch, with a knife at my feet, and the felt removed from the bottom of my furniture, the gerbil emerges.
cute.
dusty.
a little shaken.
i decided she had enough exploring for the day and place her back in the cage.
it is now 8:30 in the evening and i blog my random happening. my couch has been re-stapled and placed back in its upright position. the cushions have been reapplied. the squeak of the rodent wheel has resumed.
all is well.
